Summary: Heechul and the memories he can't get over.
IN MY HEAD
|Heechul made a slow step forward, his lungs quickly filling with the air from the dark room. He slid his fingertips over the edge of the bed, which sent cold shivers down his spine. His eyes were closed; his heart was slowly quickening its pace. It felt as if he was losing his senses, as if he wasn’t the one controlling them anymore... as if it was ‘someone’ else who did, someone who registered in the back of his mind, someone who refused to leave no matter what. ‘He’ refused to leave his thoughts, his dreams, and his heart.|
With every step he took forward, Heechul knew it would be harder to go back. The way out was slowly slipping through his fingers... Fading away before his eyes, dispersing like a million little pieces of broken glass that would never form the same object again.
It was too late for his mind to go back now…
Familiar fingers touched his; a familiar breath tickled the skin of his neck leaving a lingering burning sensation. His heart was now beating crazily and his legs felt weaker with every second that passed.
He was losing himself in the sensation.
He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, his fingers clenched on the wooden bedside. A slight desperate whine slipped out of his lips.
His mind was fully corrupted; his senses craved for more and more. His heart skipped a beat when the so familiar, strong hands slid under his shirt. He tried to regulate his breathing, to take calm steadied breaths. He tried not to let any sounds spill through his half-closed lips. He was afraid he’ll lose ‘him’ again.
His body sank into the white sheets underneath him and their coldness sent shivers of pleasure up his body. His fingers clenched desperately into the fabrics and his lips closed tightly trying to suppress a moan.
The sweet scent filled the air. His sweet scent. Heechul took a slow, deep breath. All he wanted at this moment was more. His body tensed, his fingers dug harder into the fabric of his bed. It was getting harder...
“Hangeng...” He moaned his name hoarsely, desperate to feel more, desperate for those strong hands against his hips, desperate for those soft lips brushing over his, desperate for the strong intoxicating feeling that Hangeng gave him, desperate for anything that it had to do with ‘him’...
A cry slipped through his parted lips. It was over. He couldn’t feel it anymore; this was as far as his mind would let him go. A painful suffocating lump formed in his throat as he opened his eyes slowly. For a mere second he was able to see his lover’s face, his perfect face features, his sweet lips, his deep brown eyes.
He would always recall those dreams once he’s inside this room, once he touches ‘his’ bed, and once he takes in the familiar surroundings again. With every day that passed, it was getting harder for him to remember; with every day that passed, the sweet scent was leaving his memory; with every day that passed the marks left by his lover’s hands slowly faded away. But the feeling to love and the feeling to be loved remained in the back of his mind. Feelings which would never let him forget... feelings which would never let him move on without Hangeng… without Hangeng standing right beside him... just where he belonged.
“How long will you keep me waiting?” He whispered out his words as they slowly faded away in the darkness of their once shared room.
A/N: I'm in a really depressing Hanchul mood lately so bear with me, okay OTL
This time I should restrain myself from writing the usual longass author notes.. so yeah. /shuts up
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