In Between (deceive me skillfully, I love and I hate Lies)
IN BETWEEN
"... Deceive me skillfully, I Love and I Hate lies ..."
Sikwang, soft R
Siwan is leaning in Kwanghee's doorframe, watching him pack. The ex-trainee body is facing the window so Siwan can't really see his face which for some reason is upsetting. He walks over and opens his mouth but Kwanghee is faster.
"We should break up..." He says quietly in that husky voice that is only reserved for him and Siwan feels the only thing that is breaking up is his heart. "This is not going to work now that I'm not going to be here..." Kwanghee says biting his lip with a frown. "I'm sorry."
"You aren't." Siwan says immediately while chuckling humorlessly. "But that's okay..."
Kwanghee is going to reply but instead he just pulls Siwan closer and kiss him hard, in between them, there won't be tears, not now at least. He lets Siwan walk them both to the unmade bed, hands clutching his shirt like he was clinging to dear life, and for the singer who lives with his heart in his sleeve, it's probably true.
Siwan smiles at him with a mischievous grin and then bites him, Kwanghee yelps in surprised and frowns taking the singer's wrists in his hand and pulling them above Siwan's head.
"Don't bite me." He says and nibble Siwan's bottom lip in the way he likes it.
"I want you to remember." The singer whispers in between kisses and Kwanghee thinks he can hear something falling apart in his chest.
He kisses Siwan again, trying to drown his tears in the rush of blood inside his body. Kwanghee takes his time, exploring Siwan like it was the first time and both were fumbling and blushing without knowing what to do. He is memorizing every dip and curve of the singer's body making him open under his touch and kisses, slow and teasing and hot. Siwan is looking him with half-clouded eyes, blush covering his cheeks and red lips forming the most delicious sounds with the sweetest voice he have ever heard.
"Please." Siwan says in between pants, in between heartbeats. "Please."
Kwanghee hides his face in the crook of the singer's neck, taking him like Siwan is made of glass and hope or life and dreams; something that only exist to be broken, to only be beautiful and unattainable in its significance. Kwanghee hugs him closer while his trusts become sharp with feeling until both reach the climax. Kwanghee doesn't pull out afraid that the moment he leaves Siwan's body, the singer would slip away from his fingers to disappear into the air.
"You're going to be late..." Siwan says not looking at him, face hidden by the pillow.
Kwanghee takes the singer's face in his hands, searching in Siwan's expression something to try to fix his world and pulls away slowly, turning his face away as well.
"Yeah..." He says dressing and taking his suitcase out of the room, and out of this life.
In between, Siwan finally let himself cry.