The Contents of My Heart
Description
A series of short stories from Yongguk's persepective chonicling his relationship with Himchan. Sequel to The Mountain, but can be read alone piece.
Foreword
Part 1:
“Yongguk... Yongguk baby, it’s time to wake up,” Himchan whispered, shaking me half heartedly. His warmth breath kissed my ear and I leaned into it eagerly, rewarded with his soft lips against my skin. I could feel his mouth spread in a smile and when I smiled in return, eyes still sealed shut, he giggled playfully.
“No.” I answered resolutely.
“Daehyun and Guppie will wake up to go running soon,” he urged, pushing me with only half his strength.
“Men’s eyes were made to look and let them gaze, I will not budge for no man’s pleasure,” I quoted Shakespeare groggily. Himchan pushed harder.
“I have no idea what's you're saying but you have to go, now!”
I finally cracked open my eyes. The room was filling with a soft pink glow, it highlighted his fading hair and his defined cheeks. He was like art. Very annoyed art. His perfect little nose was scrunched and his heart shaped lips pressed down in a frown.
He waved his hands frantically in my face when the bunk above mine began to shake. With a stealthiness I did not know I possessed, I flew across the room landing soundlessly in my own cold Himchan-less bed.
This had become our routine in the month since we'd officially started doing... this. Once the younger members’ breathing stabilized I would slip under his sheets, kissing and touching him as boldly as I dared and talking until exhaustion kicked it. In the morning, before we were woken by stylist or members who went for their morning runs, I would retreat.
There had been days when his vibrating alarm had not gone off or we were too exhausted to answer, and no one seemed to question my place in his bed, but we tried as best not to get caught often. Our daily sleep overs would eventually turn heads.
“I love you.” He mouthed before he rolled himself in his sheets like a sausage, his perfect little face peeking out to smile at me.
“I love you too,” I called back. This was our routine now too, we told each other our honest feelings as often as we could and though I was still not good at words, "I love you" came pretty easy.... and hearing it from the man you love, it was the best way to wake up in the whole world.
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I'm starting this one off slow and sweet for you all, but it will pick up. I've got some good ones planned.
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