Breathe.
A/N: Its my first ever SUJU fic! and and its KyuMin. 0.0
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You knew from the first day you met him that the both of you would end up like this, only you were too afraid to make the move. When you were placed in the same room as him, so close but oh so far away, you ached in places you never knew existed, although some were familiar and particularly one that kept you hidden under the covers even when the night is sickeningly warm or under a cold shower when its -10°C outside.
It was blur. It was hazy. But it was so clear in your head. The image of Kyuhyun sprawled in front of you, eyes dark with desire, lips trembling from too much kissing and hands pulling you down for more used to be only something you saw in your dreams.
Kyuhyun was not invited to join in but he sat himself opposite you and poured himself a glass of wine anyway. The wine was already half gone by then; your pathetic attempt to drown your sorrows of unrequited love with the person who is now ironically sitting opposite you. You stare warily at the figure sitting in front of you and wondered what you ever did to deserve such torture of watching the love of your life sipping wine with that beautiful mouth of his.
It was hot. It was sweaty. But it was good, so good. You pushed him onto the bed but only after stripping him down to nothing but skin; smooth, pale and absolutely delectable. You followed him down, hands roaming, eager to touch, eager to feel, to make sure none of this is a dream because somehow this feels too good to be true.
Maybe it was the wine, maybe you just couldn’t take it anymore. A clear answer is better than getting drunk on tears and wine and hurting because he’s right there and you can’t touch him. So you crawled yourself to his side and he looked at you questioningly. You told him you’re not drunk before you pulled him in for a long awaited kiss and nothing mattered anymore. All you knew for the next few seconds or was it minutes was how his lips tasted so much better than all the wine you’ve been drinking, how they were so much softer than you imagined and how Kyuhyun although taken aback at first quickly warmed up and opened his mouth.
It was rough. It was fast. And when bright lights filled your vision, you wanted time to just stop because this moment was everything you ever wanted and never thought you needed. When reality slipped back in, you fear what was to happen. You hold your breathe, unwilling to accept the possibility of going back to square one because this time your heart would not be able to take it anymore.
He pulled you into his arms, whispered something that went like let’s do it some more. You turned around, opened your eyes and saw the glow in his eyes. His lips pulled up in a smirk and you knew this is how you will always end up; breathless.
Hey, Sungmin, breathe.
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You knew from the first day you met him that the both of you would end up like this, only you were too afraid to make the move. When you were placed in the same room as him, so close but oh so far away, you ached in places you never knew existed, although some were familiar and particularly one that kept you hidden under the covers even when the night is sickeningly warm or under a cold shower when its -10°C outside.
It was blur. It was hazy. But it was so clear in your head. The image of Kyuhyun sprawled in front of you, eyes dark with desire, lips trembling from too much kissing and hands pulling you down for more used to be only something you saw in your dreams.
Kyuhyun was not invited to join in but he sat himself opposite you and poured himself a glass of wine anyway. The wine was already half gone by then; your pathetic attempt to drown your sorrows of unrequited love with the person who is now ironically sitting opposite you. You stare warily at the figure sitting in front of you and wondered what you ever did to deserve such torture of watching the love of your life sipping wine with that beautiful mouth of his.
It was hot. It was sweaty. But it was good, so good. You pushed him onto the bed but only after stripping him down to nothing but skin; smooth, pale and absolutely delectable. You followed him down, hands roaming, eager to touch, eager to feel, to make sure none of this is a dream because somehow this feels too good to be true.
Maybe it was the wine, maybe you just couldn’t take it anymore. A clear answer is better than getting drunk on tears and wine and hurting because he’s right there and you can’t touch him. So you crawled yourself to his side and he looked at you questioningly. You told him you’re not drunk before you pulled him in for a long awaited kiss and nothing mattered anymore. All you knew for the next few seconds or was it minutes was how his lips tasted so much better than all the wine you’ve been drinking, how they were so much softer than you imagined and how Kyuhyun although taken aback at first quickly warmed up and opened his mouth.
It was rough. It was fast. And when bright lights filled your vision, you wanted time to just stop because this moment was everything you ever wanted and never thought you needed. When reality slipped back in, you fear what was to happen. You hold your breathe, unwilling to accept the possibility of going back to square one because this time your heart would not be able to take it anymore.
He pulled you into his arms, whispered something that went like let’s do it some more. You turned around, opened your eyes and saw the glow in his eyes. His lips pulled up in a smirk and you knew this is how you will always end up; breathless.
Hey, Sungmin, breathe.