february 19th. - oblivion; hanchul
The floor was practically pulsating as sounds of drums vibrated through it. The deep croon of the current singer as he went from whispering throaty lines filled with secrets to screaming tainted experiences into the microphone had the mass of fans frenzied in what could only be described as a chaotic unison.
On the other side of the large stage, two people remained oblivious to the noise as they were entranced in each other's harmonious moans and gasps.
It's been a long time since Heechul’s been to a concert where he didn't know the singer personally or one where he wasn’t the performer. Despite the manager's warning and Teukie's lecture on how they could get mauled by fans, Heechul had dragged Hankyung along with him to where the band was playing anyways.
They were trapped in a lip-lock, hidden under the disguise of being fans to whomever's concert they were at - Heechul couldn't remember. The mob of people and clothes masked wandering hands against bare skin.
The car ride to the concert was full of simple touches; a hand on the other's leg here, fingers stroking the other's arm there. City lights had passed by in a blur; people they would never know nothing more than a simple slur in the landscape. Forget cramped transportation and lonely car rides, it was perfection in his eyes with just the two of them.
The liquid warmth of Hankyung’s tongue on his neck was almost as much as a distraction as the calloused fingertips slowly dancing their way under the waistband of his jeans.
When they arrived at their destination and got out of the car, Heechul had entwined Hankyung’s hand with his own before tugging their way through random people cloaked in varying shades of black and white. It was painfully obvious how much they stood out; Heechul in red skinny jeans and a pink shirt, Hankyung in shimmery silver and blue.
Hearts pounding and blood rushing in their ears as breathing made static air; they were enclosed in their own world. The screaming of everyone else was paid no mind and the shockwaves of music only fueled the coursing of love in their veins.
It was seconds before the band would start up when they found a place that made it so they wouldn’t be crushed. Turning his head, Heechul had smiled up at Hankyung, giving the other’s hand a squeeze. Hankyung had only grinned back but there was nothing more he wanted from the moment.
They were alone in a mass of beings. They could’ve been at home, onstage, in the car, on a rooftop, on the other side of the continent, anywhere, and it wouldn’t have mattered. Love doesn’t change like that.
They were alone, the rest of the world colorless as they smiled at each other.