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The ballroom was a sea of white lilies and golden candlelight, celebrating the union of Jay and Jake. Sunghoon stood by the champagne tower, looking sharp in a tailored black suit, but his eyes weren't on the decor. He was scanning the room, his mind preoccupied, until the doors opened for the late arrivals.
A man stepped in, and the entire room seemed to lose its breath.
Sunghoon’s glass nearly slipped from his hand. He remembered a shy, awkward boy with messy hair and oversized glasses—the boy he and others had been so cruel to. But the person standing there was ethereal. Sunoo’s hair was a shimmering, soft blonde that caught the light, and his face had sharpened into a delicate, doll-like perfection. His frame was elegant, draped in a silk cream-colored suit that made him look like royalty.
He was, without a question, the most beautiful person Sunghoon had ever seen.
Their eyes locked across the crowded room. Sunghoon felt a jolt of electricity—a mix of awe and a sudden, sharp pang of shame. He didn't wait; he moved through the crowd, his heart thudding against his ribs until he was standing right in front of him.
"Sunoo?" Sunghoon’s voice was lower than usual, almost a whisper.
Sunoo looked up, a soft, shy smile touching his lips. "Hi, Sunghoon-hyung. It’s been a long time."
"It has," Sunghoon managed, his eyes tracing the perfect line of Sunoo's jaw. "I... I didn't know you’d be here."
"Jake-hyung invited me," Sunoo said, glancing toward the head table where the newlyweds were laughing. "Him and Jay-hyung were always so cute together back then. I wasn't surprised they got married so fast. True love is hard to miss, right?"
He let out a tiny, melodic giggle, and the sound made Sunghoon’s heart squeeze with an affection he hadn't prepared for.
"You’ve changed a lot, Sunoo," Sunghoon said, his gaze intense. "You look... incredible. Truly."
Sunoo’s cheeks tinted a soft rose. He reached up, nervously tucking a strand of blonde hair behind his ear. "Thank you. I just... I didn't want to hear mean comments from people anymore. I wanted to fix myself up so I could finally walk into a room and not feel like I had to hide."
The words hit Sunghoon like a physical blow. The guilt he’d pushed aside for years flooded back, hot and suffocating. He remembered the jokes, the cold stares, and the way he’d let Sunoo believe he wasn't enough.
"Sunoo," Sunghoon stepped closer, his voice thick with emotion. "I’m so sorry. For everything. For the way I treated you back then... you never deserved any of it. I was a kid, and I was an idiot, but that’s no excuse."
Sunoo looked startled by the sincerity in Sunghoon’s eyes. He gave a small, forgiving smile. "It’s okay, hyung. It’s been years. I’ve moved on, and I think I’ve found myself now."
Sunghoon wanted to say more—he wanted to tell him that moving on shouldn't mean Sunoo had to forget him, or that he wanted to make up for every bad day he’d caused. He wanted to ask for a dance, for a phone number, for a second chance.
"Hoon! Sunghoon-hyung! Come over here!" Ni-ki shouted from the other side of the hall, waving him over to the group photo.
Sunghoon sighed, his eyes lingering on Sunoo’s face one last time.
"It was really nice to see you again, Sunghoon-hyung," Sunoo said softly, bowing his head slightly before turning to mingle with other guests.
"You too, Sunoo," Sunghoon replied, watching the elegant sway of Sunoo’s frame as he walked away. "Nice to see you again."
He stood there for a moment, the wedding music fading into the background, realizing that while everyone else was celebrating Jay and Jake, he had just started a brand new, much more complicated chapter of his own.
The wedding reception had been beautiful, but the after-party was where the formal constraints finally dissolved. The bright ballroom lights were replaced by a moody, atmospheric glow in the hotel’s private lounge. Deep velvet booths, shimmering glassware, and a slow, heavy bassline set a much more intimate stage.
Sunghoon had spent the last hour nursing a single drink, his eyes constantly tracking the room like a hawk. He’d seen plenty of beautiful people tonight—models, influencers, high-profile friends of Jay—but none of them mattered.
Then, he saw him.
Sunoo had discarded his suit jacket, now just in the cream silk waistcoat and a matching button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The blonde hair was slightly more tousled now, a few stray strands falling over his forehead. He was laughing at something Jungwon said, a glass of sparkling cider in his hand, his eyes crinkling into those perfect, crescents that Sunghoon suddenly realized he wanted to see every single day.
How did I ever miss how breathtaking he was? Sunghoon wondered, his chest tightening. No—how was I ever stupid enough to make him cry?
Sunghoon set his glass down and moved. He didn't care if he looked desperate; he just needed to be in Sunoo's orbit. He caught Sunoo just as he was stepping away from the bar.
"The party is a bit louder than the ceremony, isn't it?" Sunghoon said, stepping into Sunoo's space.
Sunoo jumped slightly, his eyes widening before they softened. "Oh, hyung! Yeah, it’s a lot. But Jay-hyung looks so happy, it’s worth the headache."
Sunghoon noticed the way the dim, amber lighting played off Sunoo’s skin, making him look like he was carved from gold. Up close, Sunoo looked even prettier than he had an hour ago—the slight flush on his cheeks and the way his lips looked glossy under the lounge lights was driving Sunghoon to the brink of insanity.
"You look..." Sunghoon started, then stopped, shaking his head. "I already said you look good, but I feel like that's the understatement of the century. You look ethereal, Sunoo."
Sunoo lowered his gaze, his blonde bangs hiding his eyes for a second. "You’re being very nice tonight, hyung. It’s... it's a little confusing, considering our history."
Sunghoon’s heart sank. He reached out, his hand hovering near Sunoo’s arm before he gathered the courage to actually touch him, his fingers gently brushing the silk of Sunoo's sleeve.
"I know. And I hate that I’m the reason you feel confused," Sunghoon said, his voice dropping into a low, earnest register. "I spent all of high school being the person I’m most ashamed of now. Seeing you like this... it’s like the universe is rubbing in exactly what I almost lost because I was too arrogant to be kind."
Sunoo looked up, his expression guarded but curious. "What you almost lost?"
"You," Sunghoon whispered, stepping even closer until the scent of Sunoo’s expensive, floral perfume filled his lungs. "I want to start over. Not as the jerk from high school. I want to be someone who deserves to stand next to you."
The tension between them was no longer about the past; it was vibrating with a very present, very physical heat. Sunoo’s breath hitched, his eyes darting to Sunghoon’s lips for just a fraction of a second—a tiny slip-up that Sunghoon caught immediately.
"Sunghoon-hyung..." Sunoo breathed, his voice trembling just a little.
"Don't call me that right now," Sunghoon growled softly, his hand sliding from Sunoo's arm to the small of his back, pulling him just an inch closer. "Call me something else. Or don't say anything at all."
Sunoo’s eyes went dark, his "shy" persona flickering into something much more daring. He reached up, his fingers grazing the lapel of Sunghoon's suit.
"You're very bold for someone seeking forgiveness," Sunoo teased, his inner brat finally making an appearance.
Sunghoon smirked, his eyes dropping to Sunoo's mouth. "I'm a fast learner. And I've decided I'm not letting you leave this party without knowing exactly how I feel about you."
The atmosphere in the lounge was thick with the scent of expensive gin and lingering tension. Sunghoon didn't wait for permission. He leaned in, his hand sliding up to cradle the back of Sunoo’s neck, and closed the gap.
The kiss was deep and possessive, a silent apology and a desperate claim all at once. Sunoo let out a soft, broken moan against Sunghoon’s lips, his fingers clutching the front of Sunghoon’s shirt. But just as Sunghoon tried to pull him closer, Sunoo pulled back, his eyes dancing with mischief. He leaned in and softly nibbled Sunghoon’s bottom lip, the sting making Sunghoon’s breath hitch.
"Are you not even going to buy me a drink first, hyung?" Sunoo whispered, a playful smirk on his face. "Or is that not part of the 'new' Sunghoon's plan?"
Sunghoon let out a low, breathless chuckle. "Anything you want, Sunoo."
They moved to the hotel bar, tucked away from the main crowd. As they shared a drink, the conversation shifted. Sunghoon spent the entire time worshiping him with words, throwing out compliments just to watch the way Sunoo’s cheeks flushed a beautiful, dusty rose.
"You have no idea how much I regretted not talking to you sooner," Sunghoon murmured, his eyes fixed on the way Sunoo’s blonde hair caught the light. "Every time you laugh, it feels like I'm finally breathing for the first time."
Sunoo ducked his head, fixing his hair shyly. "You're too good at this, hyung. It's almost dangerous."
Sunghoon’s gaze darkened. He wanted Sunoo to himself, away from the clinking glasses and the prying eyes of their friends. "I’d take you upstairs right now, but I was generous enough to give my keycard to Riki so he and Jungwon could have some privacy," he said, rolling his eyes. "Regretting that decision now."
Sunoo tilted his head, his "shy" facade completely evaporating into something much more scandalous. He reached into his small clutch, pulled out a plastic card, and slid it into Sunghoon’s large hand.
He leaned in, his lips inches from Sunghoon’s ear, his voice dropping to a filthy, honeyed rasp. "I have my own room, hyung. And if you're really as sorry as you say... I think you should show me exactly how hard you can make up for all those years. Don't hold back."
Sunghoon’s hand clamped down on Sunoo’s waist, pulling him so close their thighs were pressed together. He let out a low, guttural growl, burying his face in the crook of Sunoo's neck.
"You are absolute trouble," Sunghoon hissed against his skin.
Sunoo giggled, a sound that was half-mocking and half-needy. "I thought you wanted to show me how sorry you are? Was that all talk?"
In response, Sunghoon discreetly nipped the sensitive cord of Sunoo's neck, his teeth grazing the skin just hard enough to leave a mark. Sunoo let out a sharp, breathless whimper, his knees going weak.
"I’m going to do so much more than apologize once we’re behind that door," Sunghoon promised, his voice vibrating with raw intent. "You won't be able to walk straight for the rest of the wedding weekend. Do you understand?"
Sunoo could only nod, his breath coming in short, jagged bursts as Sunghoon stood up, gripped his hand, and led him toward the elevators with a focused, predatory stride.
The elevator doors hadn't even fully slid shut before Sunghoon snapped. He slammed his palm against the "Close Door" button and shoved Sunoo back against the mirrored wall. The impact was muffled by the silk of Sunoo’s suit, but the kiss that followed was anything but soft. It was a collision—desperate, hungry, and fueled by years of unspoken tension.
Sunoo let out a muffled cry of surprise that quickly melted into a needy moan, his arms winding around Sunghoon’s neck as he pulled the taller man closer, his blonde hair getting messy against the glass.
Sunghoon didn't wait for the floor announcement. The second the doors dinged, he hiked Sunoo up, hooking the smaller man’s legs around his waist. Sunoo didn't make it easy; he was a frantic mess of hands and lips, biting at Sunghoon’s jaw and neck as they stumbled down the carpeted hallway.
Standing at the door to Room 715, Sunghoon was losing his mind. He tried to swipe the keycard, but Sunoo was currently sucking a mark into his collarbone, his small hands tangling in Sunghoon’s hair.
"Sunoo—stop—I can't—" Sunghoon hissed, his breath hitching as the card reader flashed red for the third time.
Finally, a GREEN light flickered. Sunghoon kicked the door open and didn't even bother closing it with his hands—he just used his foot to slam it shut behind them, heading straight for the king-sized bed in the center of the dim room.
He dropped Sunoo onto the soft white linens, and for a moment, the air left the room. Sunghoon worked with a feverish intensity, stripping Sunoo out of the cream waistcoat and the silk shirt until the smaller man was completely bare beneath him.
Sunghoon went still. He stayed on his knees between Sunoo's legs, just... staring.
In the soft, amber glow of the bedside lamp, Sunoo looked like a living painting. His skin was pale and flawless, his frame elegant and soft in all the right places. He looked even more ethereal naked than he did in that expensive suit.
"Hyung..." Sunoo whimpered, feeling the weight of that dark, predatory gaze. He tried to pull his legs together, suddenly shy under such intense scrutiny. "Don't just... look at me like that."
"I can't help it," Sunghoon rasped, his voice sounding broken. "I can't believe I ever let myself be mean to something this perfect. You're... you're a miracle, Sunoo."
Sunghoon leaned down, but he didn't go for the mouth. He started at the hollow of Sunoo's throat, leaving a deep, dark mark that would be impossible to hide the next morning.
"This body is a work of art," Sunghoon whispered against Sunoo's skin, his hands sliding up to grip Sunoo's waist. "And I’m going to put my name on every single inch of it."
He moved lower, his lips and teeth busy as he littered Sunoo’s chest and stomach with biting kisses and hot, lingering licks. Every time his teeth grazed skin, Sunoo arched his back, a broken, high-pitched whimper escaping his lips.
"Fuck.. you’re just too beautiful," Sunghoon growled, moving his attention to Sunoo’s inner thighs. He spread them wide, his large hands bruising the soft skin as he buried his face there. He placed a row of dark, punishing marks along the sensitive flesh of Sunoo’s thighs, his tongue swirling over the marks to soothe them before he bit down again.
"Ah! Hyung—!" Sunoo sobbed, his fingers digging into the pillows.
"Look at these thighs," Sunghoon muttered filthily, looking up at Sunoo with eyes blown wide with lust. "They’re going to be shaking for me all night. I’m going to mark them so deeply that every time you walk, you’ll feel me. You’re mine now, Sunoo. Every beautiful, perfect inch of you belongs to me."
Sunoo could only moan, his head tossing back and forth as Sunghoon continued his worship, turning Sunoo’s skin into a map of red and purple devotion.
Sunoo was practically vibrating against the sheets, his skin flushed a feverish pink from the biting kisses Sunghoon had left behind. He looked up, his eyes hazy and demanding as he reached out to tug at the hem of Sunghoon’s black t-shirt.
"It's not fair," Sunoo whined, his voice a sweet, jagged mess. "Take them off, hyung... I'm the only one exposed. I want to see you."
Sunghoon didn't need to be told twice. He stood up by the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving Sunoo’s as he pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. Sunoo’s breath hitched, his pupils blowing wide. Sunghoon’s chest was broad, his abdominal muscles defined under the dim lamplight, and his biceps flexed as he tossed the shirt aside.
He looked like a god—a dark, hungry god—and he was looking at Sunoo like he was the only thing in the world worth consuming.
Sunghoon crawled back onto the bed, his hand sliding down Sunoo’s side, his palm grazing the curve of Sunoo’s hip before trailing lower toward his heat. But just as his fingers brushed the soft skin of Sunoo’s ass, Sunoo’s hand flew up to catch his wrist.
"Wait," Sunoo whispered, his lower lip trembling slightly. He looked up through his lashes, his blonde hair a mess against the pillow. "Let me... let me suck you off first? Pretty please?"
Sunghoon’s jaw tightened, a low, guttural sound vibrating in his chest. He didn't say a word; he just stood, shucked off his slacks and boxers, and sat back against the headboard, legs spread.
Sunoo’s face went from rose-pink to a deep, burning crimson. He stared, his mouth slightly agape at the sheer, intimidating size of him. Sunghoon noticed the hesitation and let out a dark, challenging smirk.
"Change your mind, Sunoo-ya?" Sunghoon teased, his voice a rough rasp. "Can you even handle all of this?"
Sunoo’s shyness vanished instantly, replaced by that stubborn, beautiful pout. "Of course I can. I’m not weak, hyung. Just watch me."
Sunoo crawled forward on his hands and knees, looking like a delicate prey animal choosing to hunt. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste the tip first, before fully taking his cock in.
Sunghoon’s head snapped back against the headboard with a violent thud. His hands immediately found Sunoo’s hair, his fingers tangling deep in the blonde strands to anchor himself as Sunoo began to work. Sunoo was relentless, his throat working as he took Sunghoon’s cock deep, his eyes looking up to watch the way Sunghoon’s composure was absolutely shattering.
"Fuck... Sunoo..." Sunghoon groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily. He was losing it. Sunoo was too good—the way he used his tongue, the suction, the defiant way he stared Sunghoon down while doing it.
Before he could reach the point of no return, Sunghoon reached down and firmly gripped Sunoo’s shoulders, pulling him back and pushing him flat onto the bed. Sunghoon was looming over him now, his chest heaving, his eyes wild with a mix of lust and disbelief.
Sunoo looked up, looking perfectly innocent despite the mess he’d just made. He licked his lips slowly, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Did I do good, hyung? Was it enough for you?"
Sunghoon let out a harsh, jagged breath, his hand sliding down to grip Sunoo’s thigh, right over one of the dark marks he’d left earlier.
"You were too good," Sunghoon growled, his voice dropping into a dangerous, possessive register as he positioned himself between Sunoo's legs. "But I’m not about to come before you do. I’m going to make sure you’re screaming my name so loud the people next door think there’s a riot in here."
Sunghoon didn't wait for a reply. He gripped Sunoo’s waist, his thumbs digging into the soft skin, and prepared to show Sunoo exactly how “sorry” he was.
Sunghoon reached over to the nightstand, his movements focused and predatory, as he grabbed the bottle of lube. He never broke eye contact with Sunoo, whose chest was heaving, his blonde hair fanned out against the white pillows like a halo.
"You wanted to see how sorry I am?" Sunghoon rasped, the slick liquid cool against his skin as he coated his fingers. "I'm going to make sure you remember this feeling for the rest of your life."
Sunghoon spread Sunoo’s marked thighs even wider, hooking them over his broad shoulders so Sunoo was completely open, vulnerable, and beautiful. He leaned down, pressing a firm kiss to the inside of Sunoo's knee before his hand moved to the heat between Sunoo's legs.
He pushed the first finger in slow and deep.
Sunoo’s back arched off the bed instantly, a high, shattered moan escaping his throat. "Ah—Hyung! Wait—"
"I've got you," Sunghoon whispered, his voice a low vibration. He didn't rush. He added a second finger, stretching Sunoo with agonizing slowness, making sure the smaller man felt every bit of the friction and the pressure. He wanted Sunoo to be so ready that he would beg for the real thing.
Sunoo’s eyes overflowed, sweet tears of pure overstimulation tracking down his temples and disappearing into his hair. He was a mess of whimpers and broken gasps, his fingers digging into the mattress as Sunghoon’s fingers began to curl inside him, finding that one spot that made Sunoo’s toes curl.
"Look at me, Sunoo," Sunghoon commanded.
Sunoo forced his heavy, hooded eyes open, looking up at the man who used to haunt his bad memories and was now becoming his entire world. Sunghoon’s handsome face was tight with a mix of hunger and a surprising, raw tenderness.
"You feel so good," Sunghoon groaned, his fingers moving in a steady, relentless rhythm that had Sunoo’s hips stuttering upward. "Every inch of you was made for me. I’m never letting anyone else touch you like this again."
Sunoo was sobbing now, the pleasure too much to handle, his breath coming in short, jagged hitches. "Please... Sunghoon... please, I can't... I want you... I want all of you..."
Sunghoon withdrew his fingers, the wet, lewd sound of it echoing in the quiet room. He repositioned himself, his large frame looming over Sunoo, his cock pressing against the entrance he had just spent so much time preparing.
"I’m going to go slow," Sunghoon promised, his hands sliding up to lock with Sunoo's, pinning his arms above his head. "I want you to feel exactly how much I want you. I want you to feel every single inch of me taking what’s mine."
He pushed forward, burying himself in Sunoo with one slow, deep, agonizingly perfect thrust. Sunoo’s head fell back, a long, melodic moan vibrating through the air as his body stretched to accommodate Sunghoon’s size, their souls finally colliding in the quiet of the hotel room.
The slow, rhythmic friction was pure torture. Sunghoon kept his promise, driving into Sunoo with agonizing deliberation, withdrawing almost all the way before burying himself deep again. He wanted to feel every ripple of Sunoo’s muscles, every shudder of his frame.
Sunoo was falling apart. His blonde hair was plastered to his forehead, his skin a vivid, feverish rose from his chest to his thighs. He was a flushed, begging mess, his head tossing back and forth against the pillows as he looked at Sunghoon through a haze of tears.
"Hoonie... please," Sunoo sobbed, his legs wrapping tightly around Sunghoon’s waist, trying to pull him closer, deeper. "It’s not... it’s not enough. Give me more. Please."
Sunghoon looked down at him, his own jaw aching from how hard he was clenching it. Seeing Sunoo like this—completely undone, begging for him after years of being apart—was the ultimate aphrodisiac.
"Is the brat finally asking nicely?" Sunghoon rasped, his voice sounding like gravel. He leaned down, capturing Sunoo’s mouth in a messy, wet kiss, tasting Sunoo's whimpers. "You want it faster, baby? You want me to ruin you?"
"Yes! Please, just... fuck me!" Sunoo screamed into the kiss, his hips bucking upward in desperation.
That was the final thread of Sunghoon’s control snapping. The Ice Prince persona was gone, replaced by a man driven by pure, unadulterated possessiveness. He gripped Sunoo’s hips so hard his knuckles turned white, and his pace shifted from a slow burn to a violent, frantic fire.
Sunghoon began to drive into him faster and harder, his thrusts becoming deep and punishing. The sound of their bodies colliding and the wet, lewd friction filled the room, drowned out only by Sunoo’s high, shattered cries.
"You’re mine," Sunghoon growled with every heavy hit, his eyes dark and blown out. "My pretty boy. My Sunoo. I’m never... letting you... go again."
Sunoo couldn't even form words anymore. He was just a series of high-pitched moans and jagged breaths, his fingers digging into Sunghoon’s biceps as the world centered entirely on the point where they were joined. Sunghoon was relentless, his movements echoing the years of suppressed desire and the guilt he was finally purging through this intense, raw worship.
"Look at me, Sunoo. Look at me while I take you."
Sunoo opened his eyes, seeing Sunghoon’s handsome face twisted with a mix of agony and ecstasy. It was too much. The pleasure peaked, a white-hot wave crashing over both of them. Sunoo’s back arched one last time, a long, melodic cry escaping him as he came between them, his inner walls clenching desperately around Sunghoon’s cock.
Sunghoon let out a guttural, feral roar, his own climax hitting him like a physical blow as he buried himself one last time, emptying himself into Sunoo as they both collapsed onto the sweat-soaked sheets.
The room was thick with the scent of their shared heat and the heavy, satisfied silence that only follows a total surrender. Sunghoon lay there for a long moment, his chest heaving as he stared at the ceiling, his arm draped protectively over Sunoo, who was trembling with the aftershocks of the most intense experience of his life.
Sunghoon turned on his side, leaning over to press a series of soft, lingering kisses to Sunoo’s temple, his nose, and finally his swollen, bruised lips.
"You're so beautiful," Sunghoon whispered, his voice a rough, affectionate murmur. "Thank you for letting me in, Sunoo. Really."
Sunoo let out a tiny, contented hum, his eyes barely staying open. He started to curl into Sunghoon’s side, but Sunghoon gently disentangled himself, sitting up on the edge of the bed.
"Where are you going?" Sunoo whined, his voice small and sleepy as he reached out a blind hand to grab Sunghoon’s arm. "Hyung... come back. Cuddle me."
"I'll be right back, baby," Sunghoon chuckled softly, looking back at the flushed, blonde mess on the pillows. "I need to clean you up. You’ll be uncomfortable if I don't."
"Don't care... just stay," Sunoo pouted, his inner brat making one last, exhausted appearance. But Sunghoon just shook his head fondly and headed for the bathroom.
A moment later, Sunghoon returned with a warm, wet cloth. He ignored Sunoo’s exaggerated huff of protest and gently nudged Sunoo’s legs apart. Sunoo blushed all over again, watching as the man who had been so dominant and demanding just minutes ago now worked with the focus of a diamond cutter.
Sunghoon was incredibly thorough, his touch light as he wiped the cooling slick and the evidence of their passion from Sunoo’s inner thighs, carefully avoiding the dark purple marks he’d left behind.
"See?" Sunghoon murmured as he finished, tossing the cloth aside. "Much better."
He crawled back under the heavy duvet, and before he could even settle, Sunoo had lunged across the bed, burying his face in Sunghoon’s chest and wrapping his arms and legs around him like a koala.
Sunghoon let out a soft "oof" but immediately wrapped his own arms around the smaller boy, pulling the blanket up to their chins. He felt the steady, slowing thrum of Sunoo’s heart against his own, the rhythmic breathing of someone who finally felt safe.
He pressed one last, long kiss to the top of Sunoo’s blonde head. "I've got you," Sunghoon whispered into the dark. "I'm never making you feel like you have to 'fix' yourself for anyone ever again. You're perfect."
Sunoo didn't answer—he was already drifting off, his fingers loosely tangled in the hem of Sunghoon’s shirt. In the quiet of the hotel room, far away from the bullies and the mistakes of high school, Sunghoon finally closed his eyes, falling into the most peaceful sleep he’d had in years.
♡
The morning sun filtered through the heavy hotel curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the rumpled white sheets. Sunoo was the first to stir, his body feeling a heavy, satisfied soreness that made every movement a reminder of the night before.
He shifted slightly, glancing down at himself to see the map Sunghoon had drawn on his body—dark, plum-colored marks decorated his collarbone and tracked all the way down to his thighs. A shy, sweet smile tugged at his lips. He propped himself up on one elbow, careful not to jostle the heavy, possessive arm still draped firmly over his waist.
Sunghoon looked entirely different while sleeping. The sharp edges were gone, leaving behind a peaceful, handsome face that Sunoo couldn't stop staring at.
Sunoo reached out, his finger hovering for a second before he poked Sunghoon’s cheek.
"Hyung," he whispered, his voice raspy from sleep and screaming.
Sunghoon didn't move, only let out a low, huffing breath. Sunoo poked him again, a bit more insistently this time. "Hyung... wake up. The sun is out."
Sunghoon groaned, his brow furrowing as he slowly blinked his eyes open. The second his vision cleared and he saw Sunoo—blonde hair messy, eyes bright, and skin covered in his marks—he didn't even say good morning. He just surged forward, pulling Sunoo down into his chest and planting dozens of tiny, peppered kisses all over Sunoo’s face, neck, and shoulders.
"Stop! Hyung, it tickles!" Sunoo giggled, squirming in the iron-grip of Sunghoon’s hug, but he didn't actually try to get away.
Eventually, Sunghoon settled, his face buried in the crook of Sunoo’s neck as he held him tightly, as if afraid he’d vanish if he let go.
Sunoo went quiet for a moment, his fingers idly tracing the muscles of Sunghoon’s forearm. His cheeks began to heat up, a deep, genuine blush spreading across his face.
"Hyung?" Sunoo started softly. "Last night... it was the best. Better than I ever imagined." He paused, biting his lip before looking Sunghoon in the eye. "I... I don't want this to just be a wedding fling. I don't want to go back to being strangers or 'old classmates' tomorrow. I want to be more. I want to keep doing this with you."
Sunghoon felt his heart literally melt. He pulled back just enough to look at Sunoo, his expression so raw and devoted it made Sunoo’s breath hitch. He realized in that moment that he’d be happy waking up to this every single day for the rest of his life.
"Sunoo," Sunghoon rasped, his hand coming up to cup Sunoo’s face, his thumb stroking that soft, blushing cheek. "A fling? I’ve spent the last twelve hours trying to figure out how to never let you leave my sight again. I’m not letting you go anywhere. You’re stuck with me now."
He leaned in, pressing a deep, slow kiss to Sunoo’s forehead. "You're my boyfriend, if you'll have me. No more 'mean comments,' no more ‘old classmates’. Just us."
Sunoo’s eyes crinkled into those beautiful crescents, his whole face lighting up. "I think I can handle that, hyung."
♡
The hotel’s sun-drenched brunch café was buzzing with wedding guests, but the center of the chaos was definitely the grooms table where Jay and Jake were already nursing large cups of coffee.
The chatter died down to a low hum when Sunoo strolled in. He looked like a vision of cozy, post-celebration bliss, wearing a crisp white dress shirt that was clearly two sizes too big for him. The hem swished around his mid-thigh, and the collar was left artfully open, putting every single one of those deep, plum-colored marks on full display.
Jake looked up from his eggs, and his jaw literally hit the table. He pointed a shaking finger at Sunoo’s neck, his eyes wide with mock horror.
"Sunoo-ya!" Jake yelped, loud enough for the neighboring tables to turn. "My god, were you attacked by a wild animal in the middle of the night? Should we call the hotel medic? You’re... you’re covered in bruises!"
Sunoo just gave a mysterious, cat-like smirk, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind his ear as he sat down. Before he could answer, Sunghoon stepped up behind him. He looked annoyingly refreshed, his hair damp from a shower and a smug, satisfied glow radiating off him that could be seen from space.
Jay took one look at Sunghoon’s "I just won the lottery" expression and then back at the marks on Sunoo’s skin. He let out a dry, knowing laugh, nudging Jake. "There’s your answer, Jakey. There’s the animal."
Sunghoon didn't even try to deny it. He slid into the chair next to Sunoo, immediately wrapping an arm around Sunoo’s waist and pulling him flush against his side. The possessive grip from the bedroom clearly hadn't worn off.
"He looks good, doesn't he?" Sunghoon remarked casually, picking up a small bowl of sliced strawberries and grapes.
Without being asked, Sunghoon picked up a piece of fruit and held it to Sunoo’s lips. Sunoo blushed a deep crimson but obediently opened his mouth, letting Sunghoon feed him like he was a pampered prince.
"Is the fruit sweet enough, baby?" Sunghoon murmured, his voice dripping with an affection that made everyone at the table cringe and coo at the same time.
Jake threw his napkin down in mock frustration, whining as he leaned against Jay’s shoulder. "Unbelievable! This is our wedding weekend! Jay and I are the ones who just got married, and yet Sunghoon is over here making it all about his new romance and being a sap!"
"Seriously," Jay added, though he was grinning. "I’ve known you for years, Hoon, and I’ve never seen you feed another human being. You’re ruining your 'Ice Prince' reputation for a few strawberries."
Sunghoon just pulled Sunoo even closer, pressing a bold, lingering kiss to the side of Sunoo's head, right in front of everyone.
"The reputation was boring anyway," Sunghoon said, his eyes fixed entirely on Sunoo. "I’d much rather be his."
Sunoo giggled, hiding his face in Sunghoon’s shoulder, while Jake continued to complain about being upstaged. It was chaotic, silly, and perfect—the start of something that definitely wasn't going to end when the weekend did.