secretly
Secretly
HanChul, PG-13, kind of angsty, 647 words
In the silence of the night far away where smoke comes out of old houses, birds levitate high. The darkness of the air almost suffocates; moon hiding behind clouds and no car pass the sidewalk Hankyung is on. Hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, head bent low; like that he walks along the street. In the first crossing he turns on the right, pass a few larger buildings. Just there his heart beats fasten, he reach for the door knob, standing in front of the fourth building, but the wooden door opens before he could reach it. Two boys run out, laughing loud. He sighs, for seconds following their disappearing backs with eyes, and walks in.
Until he reaches the second floor the nervousness was just growing inside his chest, not lessening how he wanted to. His footsteps like a haunting sound echo in the empty hallway until he stops in from the same old door he sees every time he comes here.
Knock, knock
He knocks on the door and waits. He hears a few sounds from other side of the door and then it swings open. A man around his age stands in the doorway, lazily yawns, ruffles his own hair and only then looks in Hankyung’s eyes, his own filling with a sudden surprise and joy.
“Hankyung, what are you doing here?” his voice husky from the sleep, breaks the silence.
“Hi Heechul, I’m very happy to see you, too,” Hankyung sarcastic remark makes the man to chuckle slightly before they are in each other’s arms, hugging tightly.
“I missed you,” Heechul whispers in his ear, pushing the door close with his foot, and with one hand locks it somehow being in Hankyung’s embrace. “Missed so much.”
“I just knew that,” his lips smile against HeeChul’s soft skin. “I missed you, too.”
In a matter of seconds, Hankyung lifts Heechul up in a bridal style and carries him to the bed. He laid Heechul on his back on the bed gently, not breaking their eye contact the whole time.
Their hands touch, tease, and they kiss, open-mouthed, all tongue and teeth. Trembling fingers unbutton his shirt, wanting mouth touch him, kiss him, and Hankyung believes world is a wonderful place that moment. Heechul is warm, welcoming and oh so passionate, just how he likes him and truthful, his eyes blazing, genuine smile on his full lips.
And they hold each other tight, so not letting go.
When it is almost morning, Hankyung moves, getting his hand from under HeeChul’s face and beaks their contact. He sits on the side of the bed. Heechul opens his eyes, not finding any reason for pretending to be asleep.
“When are you going to come again?”
“Soon, I promise,” Hankyung looks back and leans in, in the darkness out of luck trying to kiss Heechul on lips but success with smacking his lips against his chin.
“You missed,” Heechul chuckles and quickly, while Hankyung is close locked their lips together.
“Not my fault,” Hankyung mutters and stands up to search for his clothes that should be somewhere in this room. He is sure about that.
Seeing his lover’s unsuccessful attempts in getting them, he switches in a lamp. Hankyung flashes a thankful smile his way and picks up his pants and shirt.
He doesn’t rush, doesn’t try to leave too fast just to see him for some time longer, to feel his presence for a little longer. Eventually the time comes and Hankyung looks in his eyes, all dressed up, saying, “See you soon.”
“See you,” Heechul mutters and closes his eyes, “Lock the door with your own key. I’m going to sleep.”
At the time when thick mist covers the streets, he leaves the apartment, hands stuffed in jacket’s pockets. His heart flies and falls, missing the man already and longs for the next meeting to come.