Imperfectly Perfect Chp 8
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A thrill of excitement runs through Hangeng when he calls the airline late that night, booking their flight for the earliest one in the morning to Paris, France. Beside him sits Heechul, all of his six enormous duffel bags and oversized suitcases ready to go and packed up to the brim with various kinds of expensive, brand name clothing, and three entire suitcases are filled with books, books, and more books. Hangeng doesn’t even bother saying anything when he sees all of the novels that Heechul is packing into the suitcases - he just stays quiet and smiles softly at the latter, just savoring the fact that Heechul actually wants to go somewhere with him.
Hangeng’s entire luggage consists of two duffel bags filled with actual practical things like genuinely good walking shoes, flashlights, canteens, bug spray, thick winter coats, long wool socks, beanies, earmuffs, fleece gloves, and about a dozen thick woolen scarves that Heechul had been obsessed with at one point and bought about thirty of them on one of his crazy shopping sprees, claiming that they were just too lovely and nice to pass up. So now, Hangeng has decided he is actually going to put them to good use rather than just letting them sit in the back of their closets rotting with mothballs.
The drive to the airport is a bit cold and foggy, but the curling warmth in Hangeng’s stomach lets him know that something good is about to happen, even if they are going to empty their pockets on this impromptu trip to Europe. They had been planning this for a long time, and right now was just a perfect time as any. The company would probably do fine without him and Heechul had already called his family and Sungmin to let them know he was going to take a trip out of country, so everything should go according to plan.
A couple weeks spent in the sun and not having to worry about those everything that’s going awry would probably prove to be good for the both of them.
Throughout the entire drive, Heechul doesn’t say a single word to Hangeng, but when Hangeng turns around to look at the latter, he catches Heechul staring a couple times, and he would smile softly to himself, gleefully playing with the thought that Heechul is still head over heels in love with him.
Just before they reach the airport, Hangeng grabs Heechul’s left hand and squeezes, asking him, “Aren’t you excited? We’re finally going on the trip we’ve been planning for years.” Hangeng smiles at the other, who looks at him with a hidden pained expression in his eyes, but the soft smile on his lips is enough to keep Hangeng going.
“Well, you owe me this one,” Heechul replies cleverly before getting out of the car, swinging the door open and stepping his thick black combat boots on the floor, the gravel crunches under his feet.
In return, Hangeng laughs loudly at Heechul’s snarky remark but doesn’t argue because yes - yes he does owe at least this much to Heechul. He really does.
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They are greeted with a practically empty airport as soon as they enter the doors. Heechul is quiet the whole way and doesn't say much, but neither does he let go of Hangeng's hand as they weave their way into the luggage checking line. The night is a bit colder than they expected and Heechul shivers as they pass through the lines and enter the plane.
The flight is a silent, peaceful one but the usual feeling of his eardrums being blown makes him shut his eyes and tries to drown out the pain in his own ears. He peeks at Heechul to see him doing the same thing and Hangeng lets go of one of his ears to grasp Heechul's hand in his own and squeezes.
There are still sparse words exchanged between them, but Hangeng doesn't mind because now Heechul is right beside him and he feels his warmth and that is enough for now.
He has a longing to see the stars clearly through the airplane's windows, but everything is pitch black with dark clouds hanging in the sky; the light of the moon is a pale ray of milky white that splashes its intricate patterns on Heechul's face and speckles across his eyelids when they're closed. Hangeng is positive that in his past life, Heechul must have been some kind of angelic being because he is just too beautiful and at times even surreal-looking to be human.
When Heechul falls asleep in a soft, comfortable slumber, Hangeng leans in and ghosts his lips over Heechul's cheekbones and leans down, pressing a soft touch on to the smooth, silky skin there.
It's not long before the rushing wind outside of the airplane and soft, quiet melody of classical music calms his heart down and Hangeng is dozing off into his own slumber as well.
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Heechul wakes up in the middle of night, almost forgetting for a moment where he's actually at -- on a plane too high up on the sky for him to even measure, on his way closer and closer to the place they've always dreamed of. He turns to his side and sees Hangeng in a light sleep, not snoring yet because the motions of plane still break his unconsciousness every now and then.
But Heechul's breath is caught in his throat because he realizes for the millionth time how beautiful this man is. His soft, gentle scents of laundry and mint and aftershave and Heechul has missed it so much. He almost wishes all these passengers aren't in the plane right now so that he could just push Hangeng against the leather seats and unbuckle their seat belts to fall into his lap and kiss him senseless into another place where they wouldn't have to worry about anything ever again. He wants to fall into those delicious smells and his soft-edged touches and abbreviated sighs and it's almost too tempting, really.
He's really breathtaking, the way his lips are curved slightly, so perfect and plump and downright kissable and Heechul almost loses his self control there.
His light brown hair falls over his face ever so slightly, because it's not long enough yet and Heechul constantly nags him about growing it out because he'd look like a Chinese prince and he would be able to seduce the entire nation of South Korea if he wanted.
Hangeng had laughed loudly at the absurdity of Heechul's confession and had kissed him lightly, saying how he did not want to seduce anyone because he already had Heechul.
There are the eyelashes that are so long it's kind of ridiculous, and Heechul would honestly be lying if he said that he didn't fall a little more in love every time he feels them fluttering softly against his skin when they are too close for comfort. Then there are those high cheekbones Heechul would kill to have because it makes him look edged and sharp despite everything else on his face and body that is soft and warming to the touch.
The angle of his defined cheekbones make him look so charming at times and at other times downright intimidating and Heechul's libido always reacts a little inappropriately every time he gets to see Hangeng get angry at someone or something because it's kind of unreasonably sexy.
But of course, he can't just ask him to start acting angry on demand. He doesn’t think it would give the same effect.
Still staring intently at the ethereal Chinese man beside him, a lingering sadness slowly seeps its way into his heart and he can't help but feel that same sinking, helpless feeling of not knowing what to do.
What are we supposed to do now?
There's not a chance ever in the entire course of the universe that he will ever leave Hangeng, he knows that. He doesn't know, however, if he's willing to risk losing Hangeng forever.
Just as the tears he couldn't push away begin to make their way into his vision again, Hangeng's eyelashes fluttering are the first sign that he's waking up and Heechul shifts back slightly, afraid to let Hangeng see the useless tears welling up in his eyes. He swallows away that lump in his throat and bites his lip, cracking a tiny smile at Hangeng when he opens his eyes and blinks at Heechul.
And then he loses his depressing train of thought because those bright, hazel eyes are smoldering now and looking so strongly into him he can barely breathe; it feels as if something is reaching into his soul and stripping him naked right in front of Hangeng and showing all of his deepest, darkest secrets to the world.
"Chullie?" Hangeng asks suddenly, fingers wrapping tightly around Heechul's thin wrist again. He looks worried. Heechul feels a bit guilty for creepily staring at him for such a long time.
"Yeah?" he responds, looking up at the other, taller man.
"You alright?" he asks, fingers curling and pressing softly into his skin.
Heechul nods quickly, afraid that Hangeng will catch the moment that his expression had changed slightly. "Everything's fine."
There is a long stretched out silence as the plane continues plummeting into the chilly, darkness of the night and Hangeng looks Heechul in the eyes again. "I'm sorry for everything," he whispers so silently it would have been lost if not for the fact that Heechul's lips are only several inches away from his.
Shaking his head, Heechul pulls his gaze away from the other man's captivating one and he's almost forced to be drawn back because it's just so hard to pull away, like caramel that simply won't let go.
He really wants to look up at Hangeng again and tell him that they'll make it safely through everything together and that they'll be perfectly fine in the end. He wants to promise that he will help solve everything and their lives will go back to normal.
But he can't do it. He can't bear to run the risk of going back on his words and making empty promises that might end up broken anyways.
So he doesn't say anything, just squeezes Hangeng's hand back to reassure him that everything's going to be fine, and he silently prays that Hangeng gets the message.
"I love you," Hangeng says and Heechul melts into his arms.
If that's the case, then nothing else matters in the world, does it?
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There had been about ten of them then, he remembers, and when Heechul told Hangeng his stories of his high school days, Hangeng had laughed obnoxiously loud and refused to believe him -- claiming that Heechul was simply bluffing. Getting angry, Heechul had ranted to the latter, and in his sudden anger, he began telling Hangeng all the stories of what they used to do and all the terrible things they'd done to the people who got in their way.
They were unbeatable. Unchallenged.
Hangeng still smirked at Heechul and raised an eyebrow like he still didn't believe a single thing he was saying, so Heechul had begun to tell him everyone who was a part of it.
There was Eeteuk, the leader of the whole thing. On the outside he looked almost so pretty that he could break any moment. It was absurd how good of fighter he was. He was a fierce one, and his reputation was honestly quite impressive, but when he was alone with their group, just relaxing, Eeteuk had a mother complex to all of them and couldn't help it but constantly nag at them and take care of them, nursing them like his own children.
Even though he was such a tough guy who scared off people who messed with them, he was actually a real softie on the inside and secretly loved pretty dangly earrings and cute cuddly teddy bears.
Which were the things he received often as gifts from big brother Kangin who soon grew to be Eeteuk's favorite and there had been rumors of them being an item.
No one ever really asked about it or brought it up, but it was pretty much the unspoken truth that Eeteuk loved Kangin differently than in the way he loved the rest of the guys -- just like a mother and her son. It was more than that; there was something deeper in it.
Kangin looked tough on the exterior and he was brutal fighter, using his size and strength to his advantage, but he was almost just as caring as Eeteuk to them, and treated everyone as though they were all his younger siblings. He was also the prankster of the group and was constantly playing tricks on everyone, often making Eeteuk angry because he was always acting like such a kid and then he would pout when he got scolded at by the elder one.
Then there was Heechul of course, who was the second oldest, but with his childish nature and his pretty, pretty face, and lithe, thin frame, everyone almost fell for the maknae act. Heechul had always the snarky, witty one that secretly liked soft, pretty things too and of course he was actually an avid reader and loved books so it was quite ironic that he was in a gang going around terrorizing people.
But he had quite a fierce streak in him and would not let anyone mess with him, not to mention the erratic hairstyle changes that he got every week kind of intimidated the students at school because he always looked like such a rebel. The others were always awed by his snarky ways and how he could win an argument every single time. There weren't many people who challenged him, except for Sungmin of course.
And that's how they became close friends within the group -- always acting outrageous and bitchy to everyone, and they found out later that doing it with someone else was even more fun and enjoyable.
Now Sungmin was a different story entirely. He was brought under Eeteuk's wing because he kept getting bullied by another group of boys and Eeteuk had felt bad for him. Sungmin was constantly teased because he was so effeminate and pretty-looking, and not just that but he looked actually cute unlike Heechul who looked like someone everyone knew not to mess with. He also liked puppies and unicorns and came out of the closet way before anyone else did. He also happened to love the color pink, and that's what caused the real bullying to begin in the first place.
From then on, after being bullied so many countless times for liking the color pink, he had slowly stopped wearing colors and began wearing only black, though not many people were complaining because honestly, he looked damn hot in black leather and buckles and combat boots.
Sungmin was never a fighter, and always more of a lover, but after all the things he went through, Siwon and the others had taught him how to fight and how to defend himself, in the end he had impeccably become one of them.
And then there was Shindong who got bullied because he wasn't as thin and fit as the others in the group. The group grew to love him because he was honestly a nice guy with a good sense of humor. He was always cracking jokes which led him to easily get along with everyone.
Siwon and Donghae, who were brothers and abandoned by their parents as small children barely held a recollection of their parents but in the end they also found a place in the group that kept growing and growing because so many of them found allies in each other. Siwon was a true gentleman and was a pious and avid churchgoer, but he also hated watching his younger brother be constantly bullied all the time so they had joined and Siwon found a close yet somewhat troublesome friend in Heechul and ended up following Heechul and worshipping him like his personal bodyguard. It was Heechul who fell for Siwon in the beginning and wanted something more from their relationship. Siwon, however, being the devout Christian that he was, didn't reciprocate the same feelings because he had thought they were sinful and going against God's will. Heechul had given up on him though, and moved on to others who were less of a lost cause. Sungmin had fallen for him then, and had never been able to get out ever since.
Donghae was the complete opposite of Siwon which resulted in a nice change of pace. Donghae was perfect for the role of a little brother -- he was always happy and excited about something, but sometimes it was simply his hyperactivity. Eeteuk had warned that sugar was to be kept away from Donghae at all times. The youth was often bullied in school, though, and so he felt lonesome during the days when there had not been too many people who joined the gang yet and he didn't really connect with too many of them.
Then along came Kibum and Eunhyuk. Kibum who was a killer of smiles and extremely skilled with all out fist-fights yet was soft-edged and quiet; there was something lethal and deadly that lurked underneath his surface. Eunhyuk on the other hand was happy and silly and instantly became everyone's favorite because of his happy-go-lucky attitude. The two of them constantly had tug-of-wars over getting Donghae's attention and he was too oblivious to know, so he treated both of them the same and in the end, they became such a tight group of friends that no one could pull them apart. They were inseparable the way Heechul and Sungmin and Siwon were inseparable.
Yesung was one of the last ones to join them because he was simply a lost cause -- the weird kid whom everyone disliked but he proved to be worthy of being a part of their group because he was a black belt in taekwondo and none of them were skilled enough yet to say no to him. In the end, he turned out to be a misunderstood kind of guy -- well, to some extent he was still a bit on the odd side, but they had all grown used to it. His favorite in the group turned out to be the maknae of them all. His name was Ryeowook. He was a small kind of guy with petite build, but a jaw line so defined and a gaze so fierce he could send anyone's heart racing. It was strange that he was always kind of too pretty to be considered doing anything violent, but he was sometimes sweet with just a punch of bitterness that not everyone expected. In the end, no one could help it when they found themselves babying Ryeowook -- he was just too good with those puppy dog eyed looks. Yesung took a strange liking to the younger boy and they were stuck to the hip ever since Ryeowook joined.
And that was how things went from then on out. They had coined their name as Suju and Kangin and Heechul had rolled their eyes and called it cheesy when Eeteuk had announced it to be their name. Over the four years of high school that they stuck together and wreaked havoc with those who got in their way, however, the name grew on them slowly and over time they simply called themselves SJ.
Being one of the most renowned gangs in the area, they were challenged often but never lost. Perhaps it was their power in numbers or just the fact that they all had such difficult pasts that they grew even stronger and remained invincible when they put their strengths all together.
When Heechul finished telling Hangeng about all the individual members, the Chinese man looked up at him differently now, a bit curious and still incredulous but Heechul could tell that he started to believe him now.
Hangeng bit his lip and after a long while, "So, you used to fight in a gang? Did you actually fight?" His eyes sparkled with mirth.
Heechul had looked at him and scoffed, then smirked, "Are you kidding me? I kicked ass almost every day. We had it pretty rough because we were so good at what we did that everyone wanted a piece of us to see if the rumors were actually true."
Breathing out deeply, Hangeng nodded at Heechul, "I just can't see you fighting anyone. You just look..."
"What, weak?" Heechul laughed, smiling sardonically.
"No, no!" Hangeng protested. "I think you must have been amazingly fierce," Hangeng continued, causing Heechul to flush a bit at the compliment.
Heechul laughed out loud again, but didn't answer. He smacked Hangeng on the shoulder and changed the subject. But just before doing that, he said, "So you don’t have to worry if anyone is trying to mess with me, I can put up a pretty good fight, too."
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By the time the plane lands, it is already almost noon in Paris, and the sun surprisingly shines brightly through the thick clouds in the sky. The voice of the intercom loudly blasting from the speakers wakes Heechul and he blinks, trying to shield the brightness of the sun from his eyes.
"We're gonna land in a couple minutes," Hangeng's soft voice breaks into Heechul sleepy trance and he quickly glances over just in time to catch Hangeng's smile at him.
Heechul yawns back at the other and shifts in the uncomfortable airplane seat, peering out the window to try to get a bird's eye view of the land below them, but all he can see is a thick whiteness.
"It's gonna be warm, right?" he asks, turning over to look at Hangeng. The latter nods and him and Heechul can't help it but flashes an excited smile, and his eyes light up, warming the entire atmosphere. "Good," he says, "I'm sick of cold weather and rain."
"We are going to land at the Charles de Gaulle Airport in ten minutes," says the announcement, breaking off their conversation.
The atmosphere returns to a silent, calm one again and Heechul's settles back into his seat, no longer bothering to look out of the window.
He notices that their hands are still clasped together from earlier and he squeezes sharply, not saying another word.
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It's like a dream. Bright blue skies and the sunny rays of light shining brightly on them as they make their way to their hotel -- a moderately decent place with not too much of a name, but is still good enough to stay at for a week's time.
"Ah~ it feels nice," Heechul announces happily, already clutching an old, tattered book to his chest as they make their way to the cab; Hangeng is attempting to lug all of the luggage at once, and Heechul’s not paying him any attention whatsoever.
Since he can't really speak under such pressured terms, Hangeng only grunts in agreement and almost trips over his own feet as he tries to get three suitcases up on the sidewalk at once.
"I wish it was always like this in Seoul....but nooo~ it's so freaking freezing all the time," Heechul grumbles, waving down a cab with a funny looking mustached driver.
Hangeng grunts again in return.
Just as Heechul is about to tell the driver where they need to go, he realizes that he has no idea how to speak French.
"Oh shit, how are we supposed to tell him where we're going? We don't speak French!" Heechul squeaks hysterically at Hangeng, clutching at his bicep as Hangeng loads the luggage into the trunk of the cab.
Before Heechul begins shrieking again and makes a huge scene, Hangeng tells him to calm down and that he's got everything under control. That's when Heechul watches as Hangeng pulls out a map of the area from God knows where he got it and point to a little square that's probably representing the hotel.
The man nods at them happily and motions for them to get inside the car.
The whole way there, Heechul is silent from shock and awe at how prepared Hangeng is and how unprepared he is.
"Where did you get that map?" Heechul demands shrilly, tugging on Hangeng's sleeve desperately. "How come I don't know anything about this?" he persists, still tugging at the shirt.
Hangeng only winks mischievously at him and the rest of the way there, the ride is silent with faint French classical music playing in the background.
The inside of the cab is plush with leather seats and Heechul is surprised to find that the windows are ridiculously tiny.
The inside of the doors are maroon velvet material and Heechul almost purrs because everything is fits his taste down to perfection.
He especially loves the downtown, cigarette-y smell that swirls inside the cab and the faint jasmine perfume that mixes deliciously with it.
The scenery is stunning so far as he watches the buildings and cars and quaint little houses and apartments whiz by the window and he almost loses his breath.
And then when they arrive at the hotel, there are no more thoughts when he sees where they are pulling into.
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There are little awnings over each quaint little window and Heechul nearly has a heart attack because honestly? It's too damn perfect.
"W-what is the name of this place again?" Heechul stutters at Hangeng while staring up at the towering building before them. Hangeng pays the driver for the ride and thanks him as the cab pulls away.
"I believe it's the Elysees Regencia Paris," Hangeng replies casually, hoisting a couple duffel bags over his shoulders and trying to grab the rest of the handles of the suitcases, "or at least that's what reads on the sign."
Since when did Hangeng read French so skillfully? Heechul wonders absent-mindedly.
He actually looks at the entrance of the hotel this time and sees the name of the hotel, chuckling awkwardly a little bit at his idiocy and how he had missed such a huge sign.
"It's lovely, Hangeng," Heechul gushes, hurrying over the entrance and staring through the revolving glass door. "It's so perfect," he nearly squeals and resists the urge to jump around the entrance like a seven year old who has just seen an ice-cream stand.
Hangeng only smiles delicately at him and says, "I'm glad you like it."
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The room is unbelievably snug and cozy -- there's a great view from the window, and the sunshine illuminates the room brightly, especially during its peak at noon time.
"I love it, I loooove it," Heechul continues gushing and flops down on the downy sheets of the white bed and smothers his face in one of the pillows. "This is really nice, Geng. How did you find this place?"
The Chinese man shrugs and sets the ridiculous amount of luggage on the floor beside the bed and flops down beside the red-head, "I dunno~ it was just the first one that showed up when the searched for a hotel earlier," he said, chuckling.
Heechul stares at him for a little while, looking incredulous and so enthralled and refreshed that he seems ten years younger suddenly.
"You look amazing," Hangeng blurts without a millisecond of contemplation.
A soft breeze flutters in from the window that Heechul had busted open as soon as they had entered the room earlier. Heechul's hair is slightly tousled from this breeze and he bites his lip, wanting to come up with something snarky to push away the direct compliment that is making his heart race with the way that Hangeng's staring at him -- so intensely it makes his cheeks flush a light pink, but enough to let Hangeng know his feelings.
And that's when Hangeng is suddenly on top of him, kissing him now, and his eyes are still open, but they slowly close when Hangeng slips a tongue inside of Heechul's mouth, brushing against the roof of his mouth and exploring everything and he has Heechul whimpering under his touch, squirming against the freshly washed sheets.
Heechul can't remember the last coherent thought he has because he can only feel the way Hangeng's fingers brush gently against the curve of his jaw and how good his touch feels -- he's missed it so much and having it caressing him like that so suddenly is almost too overwhelming.
"I've missed you," Hangeng breathes, almost like he can read Heechul's mind, and Heechul makes a whimpering noise in the back of his throat as he arches his back, their bodies brushing.
"I've missed you too," he whispers back against Hangeng's lips, shivering ever so slightly, when he feels those fingers playing with the belly button piercing on his navel. And then they turn into full on shudders as Hangeng's lips ghost unbelievably closely to his ear, blowing hot breaths against the delicate shell.
"Geng, please," Heechul moans, hands fisting into the latter's hair. "Please."
He can almost feel the smirk of the Chinese man's lips as they travel from his ear to his neck, sending shivers down his spine and causing goosebumps to raise along his arms and his thighs. All of a sudden, it's too hot and he almost forgets to breathe when he feels a tongue lathering hotly against his collarbone. It seems that Heechul has lost the mental capability to get up and go actually lock the hotel door.
"I almost thought I lost you," Hangeng says suddenly in a silent whisper. The meaning behind his words hits Heechul right in the heart and he feels his throat closing up, his heart wrenching as Hangeng licks a hot trail against his chest now -- the open shirt he chose to wear earlier seems to come in handy at a time like this.
"Geng," is all that Heechul is able to weakly respond with and that's enough because now Hangeng is lifting his lithe body up, and he finds himself on top of the other, Hangeng's strong arms and flexing bicep still holding him steady.
And then they are kissing again, mouth against mouth and their lips pressed open, tongues tangling and Heechul groans which makes Hangeng groan somewhere in his throat in return.
"Can I have you back now?" asks Hangeng softly, looking at Heechul in the eyes. The emotion in those gentle hazel eyes are just so overwhelming that Heechul can't even open his mouth because the words refuse to come out, so all he can do in return is nod in consent.
That's all Hangeng needs to know because he's pulling Heechul down against him again, licking a burning trail down from his neck to mid-chest and Heechul squirms helplessly in his embrace and tries not to climax in his pants without even being touched.
"Geng," he breathes again and he almost curses at himself for being so utterly speechless and wanton and desperate that he sounds like a cat in heat and a helpless little whore. But he can't help it. Really. He tries so hard, but the heart does what it wants.
Hangeng smiles against his skin again and Heechul can't help but think it's got to be sexiest thing he's ever known and he wants to just thrust upwards into that hotness right there, right now.
Then there are fingers. Fingers now, playing with the bottom hem of this shirt and peeling it off of his body slowly -- he can feel the way the cold air gradually comes into contact with his skin now, tickling his hyper-sensitive body and he squirms again, suddenly embarrassed to have Hangeng see his thin, naked body.
But it's too late, because the flimsy cotton shirt comes up over his head and he's suddenly bare, suddenly vulnerable to the hot, hot touch that is Hangeng's and the way he likes to twirl his tongue against Heechul's skin and he does just that -- nearly driving the red-head mad as he licks around his navel and chuckles in a low voice to himself every time Heechul moans or whimpers or makes a desperate, growling noise.
"It's been so long, have you missed my touch?" he asks in a low, husky voice and Heechul almost wants to hide under the covers because he's so humiliated by the way his cheeks flush crimson at those words. He refuses to answer such a question and bites his lip, letting his hair fall over his face to cover his embarrassed expression.
"So you're not going to answer me?" Hangeng teases slowly, tongue playing with little space between his hip and his navel is and Heechul swallows loudly and elicits another loud, wanton moan.
"Who would m-miss you?" Heechul breathes heavily, eyes lidded and he can't even think of another clever comeback because that's all his brain capacity can produce at the moment, and honestly, he's kind of ashamed at what a helpless addict he is to the other man's touch.
The truth is, he has missed it, he's missed it so much that he almost succumbed to touching himself when he was locked alone in that room-- something he had never done before and it must have been a pretty torturous experience if it forced him to be tempted to go through with that.
But now that they are here and tangled in each other's embrace, he doesn't need to worry about that anymore because this makes up for all those nights he spent alone, cold and in the dark.
“Well I missed you,” Hangeng says and kisses him chastely on the lips. “So much, you would never comprehend how much…”
And then Heechul’s world blurs away and all that exists are him and Hangeng. Hangeng and him.
Nothing else. Nothing else is needed.
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A thrill of excitement runs through Hangeng when he calls the airline late that night, booking their flight for the earliest one in the morning to Paris, France. Beside him sits Heechul, all of his six enormous duffel bags and oversized suitcases ready to go and packed up to the brim with various kinds of expensive, brand name clothing, and three entire suitcases are filled with books, books, and more books. Hangeng doesn’t even bother saying anything when he sees all of the novels that Heechul is packing into the suitcases - he just stays quiet and smiles softly at the latter, just savoring the fact that Heechul actually wants to go somewhere with him.
Hangeng’s entire luggage consists of two duffel bags filled with actual practical things like genuinely good walking shoes, flashlights, canteens, bug spray, thick winter coats, long wool socks, beanies, earmuffs, fleece gloves, and about a dozen thick woolen scarves that Heechul had been obsessed with at one point and bought about thirty of them on one of his crazy shopping sprees, claiming that they were just too lovely and nice to pass up. So now, Hangeng has decided he is actually going to put them to good use rather than just letting them sit in the back of their closets rotting with mothballs.
The drive to the airport is a bit cold and foggy, but the curling warmth in Hangeng’s stomach lets him know that something good is about to happen, even if they are going to empty their pockets on this impromptu trip to Europe. They had been planning this for a long time, and right now was just a perfect time as any. The company would probably do fine without him and Heechul had already called his family and Sungmin to let them know he was going to take a trip out of country, so everything should go according to plan.
A couple weeks spent in the sun and not having to worry about those everything that’s going awry would probably prove to be good for the both of them.
Throughout the entire drive, Heechul doesn’t say a single word to Hangeng, but when Hangeng turns around to look at the latter, he catches Heechul staring a couple times, and he would smile softly to himself, gleefully playing with the thought that Heechul is still head over heels in love with him.
Just before they reach the airport, Hangeng grabs Heechul’s left hand and squeezes, asking him, “Aren’t you excited? We’re finally going on the trip we’ve been planning for years.” Hangeng smiles at the other, who looks at him with a hidden pained expression in his eyes, but the soft smile on his lips is enough to keep Hangeng going.
“Well, you owe me this one,” Heechul replies cleverly before getting out of the car, swinging the door open and stepping his thick black combat boots on the floor, the gravel crunches under his feet.
In return, Hangeng laughs loudly at Heechul’s snarky remark but doesn’t argue because yes - yes he does owe at least this much to Heechul. He really does.
---
They are greeted with a practically empty airport as soon as they enter the doors. Heechul is quiet the whole way and doesn't say much, but neither does he let go of Hangeng's hand as they weave their way into the luggage checking line. The night is a bit colder than they expected and Heechul shivers as they pass through the lines and enter the plane.
The flight is a silent, peaceful one but the usual feeling of his eardrums being blown makes him shut his eyes and tries to drown out the pain in his own ears. He peeks at Heechul to see him doing the same thing and Hangeng lets go of one of his ears to grasp Heechul's hand in his own and squeezes.
There are still sparse words exchanged between them, but Hangeng doesn't mind because now Heechul is right beside him and he feels his warmth and that is enough for now.
He has a longing to see the stars clearly through the airplane's windows, but everything is pitch black with dark clouds hanging in the sky; the light of the moon is a pale ray of milky white that splashes its intricate patterns on Heechul's face and speckles across his eyelids when they're closed. Hangeng is positive that in his past life, Heechul must have been some kind of angelic being because he is just too beautiful and at times even surreal-looking to be human.
When Heechul falls asleep in a soft, comfortable slumber, Hangeng leans in and ghosts his lips over Heechul's cheekbones and leans down, pressing a soft touch on to the smooth, silky skin there.
It's not long before the rushing wind outside of the airplane and soft, quiet melody of classical music calms his heart down and Hangeng is dozing off into his own slumber as well.
---
Heechul wakes up in the middle of night, almost forgetting for a moment where he's actually at -- on a plane too high up on the sky for him to even measure, on his way closer and closer to the place they've always dreamed of. He turns to his side and sees Hangeng in a light sleep, not snoring yet because the motions of plane still break his unconsciousness every now and then.
But Heechul's breath is caught in his throat because he realizes for the millionth time how beautiful this man is. His soft, gentle scents of laundry and mint and aftershave and Heechul has missed it so much. He almost wishes all these passengers aren't in the plane right now so that he could just push Hangeng against the leather seats and unbuckle their seat belts to fall into his lap and kiss him senseless into another place where they wouldn't have to worry about anything ever again. He wants to fall into those delicious smells and his soft-edged touches and abbreviated sighs and it's almost too tempting, really.
He's really breathtaking, the way his lips are curved slightly, so perfect and plump and downright kissable and Heechul almost loses his self control there.
His light brown hair falls over his face ever so slightly, because it's not long enough yet and Heechul constantly nags him about growing it out because he'd look like a Chinese prince and he would be able to seduce the entire nation of South Korea if he wanted.
Hangeng had laughed loudly at the absurdity of Heechul's confession and had kissed him lightly, saying how he did not want to seduce anyone because he already had Heechul.
There are the eyelashes that are so long it's kind of ridiculous, and Heechul would honestly be lying if he said that he didn't fall a little more in love every time he feels them fluttering softly against his skin when they are too close for comfort. Then there are those high cheekbones Heechul would kill to have because it makes him look edged and sharp despite everything else on his face and body that is soft and warming to the touch.
The angle of his defined cheekbones make him look so charming at times and at other times downright intimidating and Heechul's libido always reacts a little inappropriately every time he gets to see Hangeng get angry at someone or something because it's kind of unreasonably sexy.
But of course, he can't just ask him to start acting angry on demand. He doesn’t think it would give the same effect.
Still staring intently at the ethereal Chinese man beside him, a lingering sadness slowly seeps its way into his heart and he can't help but feel that same sinking, helpless feeling of not knowing what to do.
What are we supposed to do now?
There's not a chance ever in the entire course of the universe that he will ever leave Hangeng, he knows that. He doesn't know, however, if he's willing to risk losing Hangeng forever.
Just as the tears he couldn't push away begin to make their way into his vision again, Hangeng's eyelashes fluttering are the first sign that he's waking up and Heechul shifts back slightly, afraid to let Hangeng see the useless tears welling up in his eyes. He swallows away that lump in his throat and bites his lip, cracking a tiny smile at Hangeng when he opens his eyes and blinks at Heechul.
And then he loses his depressing train of thought because those bright, hazel eyes are smoldering now and looking so strongly into him he can barely breathe; it feels as if something is reaching into his soul and stripping him naked right in front of Hangeng and showing all of his deepest, darkest secrets to the world.
"Chullie?" Hangeng asks suddenly, fingers wrapping tightly around Heechul's thin wrist again. He looks worried. Heechul feels a bit guilty for creepily staring at him for such a long time.
"Yeah?" he responds, looking up at the other, taller man.
"You alright?" he asks, fingers curling and pressing softly into his skin.
Heechul nods quickly, afraid that Hangeng will catch the moment that his expression had changed slightly. "Everything's fine."
There is a long stretched out silence as the plane continues plummeting into the chilly, darkness of the night and Hangeng looks Heechul in the eyes again. "I'm sorry for everything," he whispers so silently it would have been lost if not for the fact that Heechul's lips are only several inches away from his.
Shaking his head, Heechul pulls his gaze away from the other man's captivating one and he's almost forced to be drawn back because it's just so hard to pull away, like caramel that simply won't let go.
He really wants to look up at Hangeng again and tell him that they'll make it safely through everything together and that they'll be perfectly fine in the end. He wants to promise that he will help solve everything and their lives will go back to normal.
But he can't do it. He can't bear to run the risk of going back on his words and making empty promises that might end up broken anyways.
So he doesn't say anything, just squeezes Hangeng's hand back to reassure him that everything's going to be fine, and he silently prays that Hangeng gets the message.
"I love you," Hangeng says and Heechul melts into his arms.
If that's the case, then nothing else matters in the world, does it?
---
There had been about ten of them then, he remembers, and when Heechul told Hangeng his stories of his high school days, Hangeng had laughed obnoxiously loud and refused to believe him -- claiming that Heechul was simply bluffing. Getting angry, Heechul had ranted to the latter, and in his sudden anger, he began telling Hangeng all the stories of what they used to do and all the terrible things they'd done to the people who got in their way.
They were unbeatable. Unchallenged.
Hangeng still smirked at Heechul and raised an eyebrow like he still didn't believe a single thing he was saying, so Heechul had begun to tell him everyone who was a part of it.
There was Eeteuk, the leader of the whole thing. On the outside he looked almost so pretty that he could break any moment. It was absurd how good of fighter he was. He was a fierce one, and his reputation was honestly quite impressive, but when he was alone with their group, just relaxing, Eeteuk had a mother complex to all of them and couldn't help it but constantly nag at them and take care of them, nursing them like his own children.
Even though he was such a tough guy who scared off people who messed with them, he was actually a real softie on the inside and secretly loved pretty dangly earrings and cute cuddly teddy bears.
Which were the things he received often as gifts from big brother Kangin who soon grew to be Eeteuk's favorite and there had been rumors of them being an item.
No one ever really asked about it or brought it up, but it was pretty much the unspoken truth that Eeteuk loved Kangin differently than in the way he loved the rest of the guys -- just like a mother and her son. It was more than that; there was something deeper in it.
Kangin looked tough on the exterior and he was brutal fighter, using his size and strength to his advantage, but he was almost just as caring as Eeteuk to them, and treated everyone as though they were all his younger siblings. He was also the prankster of the group and was constantly playing tricks on everyone, often making Eeteuk angry because he was always acting like such a kid and then he would pout when he got scolded at by the elder one.
Then there was Heechul of course, who was the second oldest, but with his childish nature and his pretty, pretty face, and lithe, thin frame, everyone almost fell for the maknae act. Heechul had always the snarky, witty one that secretly liked soft, pretty things too and of course he was actually an avid reader and loved books so it was quite ironic that he was in a gang going around terrorizing people.
But he had quite a fierce streak in him and would not let anyone mess with him, not to mention the erratic hairstyle changes that he got every week kind of intimidated the students at school because he always looked like such a rebel. The others were always awed by his snarky ways and how he could win an argument every single time. There weren't many people who challenged him, except for Sungmin of course.
And that's how they became close friends within the group -- always acting outrageous and bitchy to everyone, and they found out later that doing it with someone else was even more fun and enjoyable.
Now Sungmin was a different story entirely. He was brought under Eeteuk's wing because he kept getting bullied by another group of boys and Eeteuk had felt bad for him. Sungmin was constantly teased because he was so effeminate and pretty-looking, and not just that but he looked actually cute unlike Heechul who looked like someone everyone knew not to mess with. He also liked puppies and unicorns and came out of the closet way before anyone else did. He also happened to love the color pink, and that's what caused the real bullying to begin in the first place.
From then on, after being bullied so many countless times for liking the color pink, he had slowly stopped wearing colors and began wearing only black, though not many people were complaining because honestly, he looked damn hot in black leather and buckles and combat boots.
Sungmin was never a fighter, and always more of a lover, but after all the things he went through, Siwon and the others had taught him how to fight and how to defend himself, in the end he had impeccably become one of them.
And then there was Shindong who got bullied because he wasn't as thin and fit as the others in the group. The group grew to love him because he was honestly a nice guy with a good sense of humor. He was always cracking jokes which led him to easily get along with everyone.
Siwon and Donghae, who were brothers and abandoned by their parents as small children barely held a recollection of their parents but in the end they also found a place in the group that kept growing and growing because so many of them found allies in each other. Siwon was a true gentleman and was a pious and avid churchgoer, but he also hated watching his younger brother be constantly bullied all the time so they had joined and Siwon found a close yet somewhat troublesome friend in Heechul and ended up following Heechul and worshipping him like his personal bodyguard. It was Heechul who fell for Siwon in the beginning and wanted something more from their relationship. Siwon, however, being the devout Christian that he was, didn't reciprocate the same feelings because he had thought they were sinful and going against God's will. Heechul had given up on him though, and moved on to others who were less of a lost cause. Sungmin had fallen for him then, and had never been able to get out ever since.
Donghae was the complete opposite of Siwon which resulted in a nice change of pace. Donghae was perfect for the role of a little brother -- he was always happy and excited about something, but sometimes it was simply his hyperactivity. Eeteuk had warned that sugar was to be kept away from Donghae at all times. The youth was often bullied in school, though, and so he felt lonesome during the days when there had not been too many people who joined the gang yet and he didn't really connect with too many of them.
Then along came Kibum and Eunhyuk. Kibum who was a killer of smiles and extremely skilled with all out fist-fights yet was soft-edged and quiet; there was something lethal and deadly that lurked underneath his surface. Eunhyuk on the other hand was happy and silly and instantly became everyone's favorite because of his happy-go-lucky attitude. The two of them constantly had tug-of-wars over getting Donghae's attention and he was too oblivious to know, so he treated both of them the same and in the end, they became such a tight group of friends that no one could pull them apart. They were inseparable the way Heechul and Sungmin and Siwon were inseparable.
Yesung was one of the last ones to join them because he was simply a lost cause -- the weird kid whom everyone disliked but he proved to be worthy of being a part of their group because he was a black belt in taekwondo and none of them were skilled enough yet to say no to him. In the end, he turned out to be a misunderstood kind of guy -- well, to some extent he was still a bit on the odd side, but they had all grown used to it. His favorite in the group turned out to be the maknae of them all. His name was Ryeowook. He was a small kind of guy with petite build, but a jaw line so defined and a gaze so fierce he could send anyone's heart racing. It was strange that he was always kind of too pretty to be considered doing anything violent, but he was sometimes sweet with just a punch of bitterness that not everyone expected. In the end, no one could help it when they found themselves babying Ryeowook -- he was just too good with those puppy dog eyed looks. Yesung took a strange liking to the younger boy and they were stuck to the hip ever since Ryeowook joined.
And that was how things went from then on out. They had coined their name as Suju and Kangin and Heechul had rolled their eyes and called it cheesy when Eeteuk had announced it to be their name. Over the four years of high school that they stuck together and wreaked havoc with those who got in their way, however, the name grew on them slowly and over time they simply called themselves SJ.
Being one of the most renowned gangs in the area, they were challenged often but never lost. Perhaps it was their power in numbers or just the fact that they all had such difficult pasts that they grew even stronger and remained invincible when they put their strengths all together.
When Heechul finished telling Hangeng about all the individual members, the Chinese man looked up at him differently now, a bit curious and still incredulous but Heechul could tell that he started to believe him now.
Hangeng bit his lip and after a long while, "So, you used to fight in a gang? Did you actually fight?" His eyes sparkled with mirth.
Heechul had looked at him and scoffed, then smirked, "Are you kidding me? I kicked ass almost every day. We had it pretty rough because we were so good at what we did that everyone wanted a piece of us to see if the rumors were actually true."
Breathing out deeply, Hangeng nodded at Heechul, "I just can't see you fighting anyone. You just look..."
"What, weak?" Heechul laughed, smiling sardonically.
"No, no!" Hangeng protested. "I think you must have been amazingly fierce," Hangeng continued, causing Heechul to flush a bit at the compliment.
Heechul laughed out loud again, but didn't answer. He smacked Hangeng on the shoulder and changed the subject. But just before doing that, he said, "So you don’t have to worry if anyone is trying to mess with me, I can put up a pretty good fight, too."
---
By the time the plane lands, it is already almost noon in Paris, and the sun surprisingly shines brightly through the thick clouds in the sky. The voice of the intercom loudly blasting from the speakers wakes Heechul and he blinks, trying to shield the brightness of the sun from his eyes.
"We're gonna land in a couple minutes," Hangeng's soft voice breaks into Heechul sleepy trance and he quickly glances over just in time to catch Hangeng's smile at him.
Heechul yawns back at the other and shifts in the uncomfortable airplane seat, peering out the window to try to get a bird's eye view of the land below them, but all he can see is a thick whiteness.
"It's gonna be warm, right?" he asks, turning over to look at Hangeng. The latter nods and him and Heechul can't help it but flashes an excited smile, and his eyes light up, warming the entire atmosphere. "Good," he says, "I'm sick of cold weather and rain."
"We are going to land at the Charles de Gaulle Airport in ten minutes," says the announcement, breaking off their conversation.
The atmosphere returns to a silent, calm one again and Heechul's settles back into his seat, no longer bothering to look out of the window.
He notices that their hands are still clasped together from earlier and he squeezes sharply, not saying another word.
---
It's like a dream. Bright blue skies and the sunny rays of light shining brightly on them as they make their way to their hotel -- a moderately decent place with not too much of a name, but is still good enough to stay at for a week's time.
"Ah~ it feels nice," Heechul announces happily, already clutching an old, tattered book to his chest as they make their way to the cab; Hangeng is attempting to lug all of the luggage at once, and Heechul’s not paying him any attention whatsoever.
Since he can't really speak under such pressured terms, Hangeng only grunts in agreement and almost trips over his own feet as he tries to get three suitcases up on the sidewalk at once.
"I wish it was always like this in Seoul....but nooo~ it's so freaking freezing all the time," Heechul grumbles, waving down a cab with a funny looking mustached driver.
Hangeng grunts again in return.
Just as Heechul is about to tell the driver where they need to go, he realizes that he has no idea how to speak French.
"Oh shit, how are we supposed to tell him where we're going? We don't speak French!" Heechul squeaks hysterically at Hangeng, clutching at his bicep as Hangeng loads the luggage into the trunk of the cab.
Before Heechul begins shrieking again and makes a huge scene, Hangeng tells him to calm down and that he's got everything under control. That's when Heechul watches as Hangeng pulls out a map of the area from God knows where he got it and point to a little square that's probably representing the hotel.
The man nods at them happily and motions for them to get inside the car.
The whole way there, Heechul is silent from shock and awe at how prepared Hangeng is and how unprepared he is.
"Where did you get that map?" Heechul demands shrilly, tugging on Hangeng's sleeve desperately. "How come I don't know anything about this?" he persists, still tugging at the shirt.
Hangeng only winks mischievously at him and the rest of the way there, the ride is silent with faint French classical music playing in the background.
The inside of the cab is plush with leather seats and Heechul is surprised to find that the windows are ridiculously tiny.
The inside of the doors are maroon velvet material and Heechul almost purrs because everything is fits his taste down to perfection.
He especially loves the downtown, cigarette-y smell that swirls inside the cab and the faint jasmine perfume that mixes deliciously with it.
The scenery is stunning so far as he watches the buildings and cars and quaint little houses and apartments whiz by the window and he almost loses his breath.
And then when they arrive at the hotel, there are no more thoughts when he sees where they are pulling into.
---
There are little awnings over each quaint little window and Heechul nearly has a heart attack because honestly? It's too damn perfect.
"W-what is the name of this place again?" Heechul stutters at Hangeng while staring up at the towering building before them. Hangeng pays the driver for the ride and thanks him as the cab pulls away.
"I believe it's the Elysees Regencia Paris," Hangeng replies casually, hoisting a couple duffel bags over his shoulders and trying to grab the rest of the handles of the suitcases, "or at least that's what reads on the sign."
Since when did Hangeng read French so skillfully? Heechul wonders absent-mindedly.
He actually looks at the entrance of the hotel this time and sees the name of the hotel, chuckling awkwardly a little bit at his idiocy and how he had missed such a huge sign.
"It's lovely, Hangeng," Heechul gushes, hurrying over the entrance and staring through the revolving glass door. "It's so perfect," he nearly squeals and resists the urge to jump around the entrance like a seven year old who has just seen an ice-cream stand.
Hangeng only smiles delicately at him and says, "I'm glad you like it."
---
The room is unbelievably snug and cozy -- there's a great view from the window, and the sunshine illuminates the room brightly, especially during its peak at noon time.
"I love it, I loooove it," Heechul continues gushing and flops down on the downy sheets of the white bed and smothers his face in one of the pillows. "This is really nice, Geng. How did you find this place?"
The Chinese man shrugs and sets the ridiculous amount of luggage on the floor beside the bed and flops down beside the red-head, "I dunno~ it was just the first one that showed up when the searched for a hotel earlier," he said, chuckling.
Heechul stares at him for a little while, looking incredulous and so enthralled and refreshed that he seems ten years younger suddenly.
"You look amazing," Hangeng blurts without a millisecond of contemplation.
A soft breeze flutters in from the window that Heechul had busted open as soon as they had entered the room earlier. Heechul's hair is slightly tousled from this breeze and he bites his lip, wanting to come up with something snarky to push away the direct compliment that is making his heart race with the way that Hangeng's staring at him -- so intensely it makes his cheeks flush a light pink, but enough to let Hangeng know his feelings.
And that's when Hangeng is suddenly on top of him, kissing him now, and his eyes are still open, but they slowly close when Hangeng slips a tongue inside of Heechul's mouth, brushing against the roof of his mouth and exploring everything and he has Heechul whimpering under his touch, squirming against the freshly washed sheets.
Heechul can't remember the last coherent thought he has because he can only feel the way Hangeng's fingers brush gently against the curve of his jaw and how good his touch feels -- he's missed it so much and having it caressing him like that so suddenly is almost too overwhelming.
"I've missed you," Hangeng breathes, almost like he can read Heechul's mind, and Heechul makes a whimpering noise in the back of his throat as he arches his back, their bodies brushing.
"I've missed you too," he whispers back against Hangeng's lips, shivering ever so slightly, when he feels those fingers playing with the belly button piercing on his navel. And then they turn into full on shudders as Hangeng's lips ghost unbelievably closely to his ear, blowing hot breaths against the delicate shell.
"Geng, please," Heechul moans, hands fisting into the latter's hair. "Please."
He can almost feel the smirk of the Chinese man's lips as they travel from his ear to his neck, sending shivers down his spine and causing goosebumps to raise along his arms and his thighs. All of a sudden, it's too hot and he almost forgets to breathe when he feels a tongue lathering hotly against his collarbone. It seems that Heechul has lost the mental capability to get up and go actually lock the hotel door.
"I almost thought I lost you," Hangeng says suddenly in a silent whisper. The meaning behind his words hits Heechul right in the heart and he feels his throat closing up, his heart wrenching as Hangeng licks a hot trail against his chest now -- the open shirt he chose to wear earlier seems to come in handy at a time like this.
"Geng," is all that Heechul is able to weakly respond with and that's enough because now Hangeng is lifting his lithe body up, and he finds himself on top of the other, Hangeng's strong arms and flexing bicep still holding him steady.
And then they are kissing again, mouth against mouth and their lips pressed open, tongues tangling and Heechul groans which makes Hangeng groan somewhere in his throat in return.
"Can I have you back now?" asks Hangeng softly, looking at Heechul in the eyes. The emotion in those gentle hazel eyes are just so overwhelming that Heechul can't even open his mouth because the words refuse to come out, so all he can do in return is nod in consent.
That's all Hangeng needs to know because he's pulling Heechul down against him again, licking a burning trail down from his neck to mid-chest and Heechul squirms helplessly in his embrace and tries not to climax in his pants without even being touched.
"Geng," he breathes again and he almost curses at himself for being so utterly speechless and wanton and desperate that he sounds like a cat in heat and a helpless little whore. But he can't help it. Really. He tries so hard, but the heart does what it wants.
Hangeng smiles against his skin again and Heechul can't help but think it's got to be sexiest thing he's ever known and he wants to just thrust upwards into that hotness right there, right now.
Then there are fingers. Fingers now, playing with the bottom hem of this shirt and peeling it off of his body slowly -- he can feel the way the cold air gradually comes into contact with his skin now, tickling his hyper-sensitive body and he squirms again, suddenly embarrassed to have Hangeng see his thin, naked body.
But it's too late, because the flimsy cotton shirt comes up over his head and he's suddenly bare, suddenly vulnerable to the hot, hot touch that is Hangeng's and the way he likes to twirl his tongue against Heechul's skin and he does just that -- nearly driving the red-head mad as he licks around his navel and chuckles in a low voice to himself every time Heechul moans or whimpers or makes a desperate, growling noise.
"It's been so long, have you missed my touch?" he asks in a low, husky voice and Heechul almost wants to hide under the covers because he's so humiliated by the way his cheeks flush crimson at those words. He refuses to answer such a question and bites his lip, letting his hair fall over his face to cover his embarrassed expression.
"So you're not going to answer me?" Hangeng teases slowly, tongue playing with little space between his hip and his navel is and Heechul swallows loudly and elicits another loud, wanton moan.
"Who would m-miss you?" Heechul breathes heavily, eyes lidded and he can't even think of another clever comeback because that's all his brain capacity can produce at the moment, and honestly, he's kind of ashamed at what a helpless addict he is to the other man's touch.
The truth is, he has missed it, he's missed it so much that he almost succumbed to touching himself when he was locked alone in that room-- something he had never done before and it must have been a pretty torturous experience if it forced him to be tempted to go through with that.
But now that they are here and tangled in each other's embrace, he doesn't need to worry about that anymore because this makes up for all those nights he spent alone, cold and in the dark.
“Well I missed you,” Hangeng says and kisses him chastely on the lips. “So much, you would never comprehend how much…”
And then Heechul’s world blurs away and all that exists are him and Hangeng. Hangeng and him.
Nothing else. Nothing else is needed.
---end chapter---
A/N: UGHHH fucking HTML on this thing HATES ME omg. look at the fic its all retardedly formatted lsfjhlsjhklsjhf SO MAD !!! this happens every time. I'm too lazy to deal with this shit omg >:| LOL SRY XD