Work Text:
The room with the white walls was cold and empty if it weren’t for his lover’s breathing in the room that accompanied that sound of the sizzling of the meat he just sauteed with garlic and onion. He peered down and waited for the color of the ground beef to turn pale and golden. The heat was low, patiently delaying for another flame to burn one thing and another.
“Darling!” A voice called him. For one thing, he would know that anywhere and everywhere. For another thing, his lover would declare his presence over and over again with the mere solace brought by the mere sound of his footsteps. Hyunjin quickly approached. “The option for ordering a take-out is still on—”
But it wasn’t like Hyunjin was out there without him.
Maybe it was fondness that drenched him down, the adoration for the taller that turned him around, and eyes that were much more than any of the souls the heavens had held or maybe it was just him, being the Yongbok that he was, loving each and every corner of Hyunjin’s being inside and out, just to be able to feel the same way they felt when they were still at the beginning of their long journey.
“You know that we can do that later, right?”
Hyunjin broke into a smile, right in front of him. It was a smile that he usually saw in him; a smile that took a part of him to never let go. It was a smile that he only did because it was Yongbok who’s seeing. Hyunjin broke into a smile, right in front of him with a distance that he closed, flaunting his naked torso in the middle of what seems to be nothing but everything for them both.
“But darling,” Hyunjin’s voice moved with ardor. Strings in his throat were plucked by that calling of reciprocation. Adore me even more, Yongbok. “I want to be with you.” And even when Hyunjin whined with a huff of his chest, one thing remained in his head—and I want to be in you, not only with you, Hyunjin.
“You are with me.” He stated as if it was a matter of truth. An unbendable reality that no one could contort. He’d kneel before it and the less that he knew, the more he’d see himself aching for more of his lover’s soul. He was with Hyunjin.
Hyunjin chuckled—his voice raspy and sonorous―but eventually softened with the dying of his laughter. He did what he thought he could. He watched Hyunjin be himself as he found himself falling deeper and deeper for the man of his prose, shuffling graciously on the varnished wooden floor.
“What do you think of dancing with me?” His lover flung his hands up, a scenery he held his breath for, and smiled wide, Felix began to feel his cheeks hurt as if it was his own.
“Without a song?” He asked.
And maybe what he thought was true.
Hyunjin was his and he was Hyunjin’s. What Hyunjin owns was basically what he did own, and what he had were all that Hyunjin had too.
Hyunjin nodded eagerly and skipped to his front. Hyunjin’s arms braced his waist—fingers delicately touched the once covered area of his skin, palm placed on the curvature of his rib cage, mending with the space in between, falling so perfectly in the places he thought he had lost—and pulled him close, their noses almost touched.
“Since when did we need a song, my love?” He knew they needed no further words.
Their eyes spoke endless professions—I love you, I will love you even more—and the way they clung to each other deemed their love all worthy of their entirety. They smiled for they could no longer bear their emotions and they smiled to indicate a moment that would last until they wanted it to last.
Maybe to others they looked like just two idiots dancing to the sound of meat oil cooking in the low heat. Maybe to others they looked unusual with the sight of a man naked all wrapped around a smaller body of what seemed to be filled with innocence. Maybe to others none of what they did on a Saturday evening was special.
But they weren't others.
Hyunjin was a music and a show all at the same time. Each of his movements was birthed by the spring into a hollow of pink drizzle grace. Hyunjin was an unwritten script of the romance that they flourished from the very beginning. Hyunjin was like a silent movie. The visual elegance and symmetry. Hyunjin was a book with each chapter he couldn’t wait to unfold.
But most especially, Hyunjin was the dance of the moonlight that melts the darkness in his murk madness.
His lips were a sensual dance; his lips were a gateway to heaven.
Yongbok tried to bite a smile. He wasn’t successful. With a blink of his eyes, his lover managed to move their bodies across the gushes of the conditioned air blown to the kitchen and swayed to a nonsensical beat of their mere hearts pounding.
“You look undeniably gorgeous this evening, Yongbok-ah.” Hyunjin whispered, his breath trickling the tips of Felix's lips that eventually curved outwards to a smile.
The proximity of their eyes was intoxicating and the contact of their chest from an apron to bare skin was comforting.
He puckered his lips to drag both the tips together for a moment. He mumbled. "All I did was cook, Hyunjin."
"You look gorgeous every time so I don't see what the matter is."
The room with the white walls was cold and empty but with Hyunjin staring at him like he meant the world, Yongbok already felt full.
The meat continued to sizzle and they didn't stop from dancing. But inside that white room with the possible burning of their kitchen, he'd slow dance with Hyunjin until the end.
"Now's the time to kiss me, Hyunjin―" He didn't even finish his sentence when Hyunjin sighed against his lips, connecting their mouths to each other.