Red Strings

Red Strings 4/?

"You want to know?" Wonsik asked for confirmation, getting an eager nod in return. "On one condition."

"What?"

"After you find out, you can't leave me or run away." Wonsik said with downcast eyes. It was selfish of him for saying this to the elder, but he couldn't lose Taekwoon. Not after having those arms wrapped around him like home.

He just wanted this little paradise of his to last a little longer.

He just wanted to feel human for a little longer.

Couldn't he be allowed to be selfish just this once?

"...Alright." Taekwoon nodded, his eyes staring at the way Wonsik's lips moved, unknowingly entranced by its movement as the other spoke.

"Woonie... Can I try something?" Taekwoon's breath hitched as a wet tongue came out to lick the lips he was staring so intently at, almost in awe at the way it glistened so enticingly after.

Not trusting his words, the elder simply nodded hesitantly, watching the other with wide eyes. Soon enough, he felt fingertips graze his cheek softly, caressing his jaw before going to a standstill. Taekwoon flinched slightly as a rough thumb swipe against his bottom lip gingerly, letting out a small whine at the feeling that tingled on his lips.

"W-what..." Wonsik closed the distance between them, face a few centimeters apart from his own. His body reacted violently as the tattooed man breathed hotly against him, their inhales and exhales mingling.

"Shh..." Wonsik cooed, "Don't... Don't be scared, okay? I'm not going to hurt you." Taekwoon suddenly felt very light headed, his chest constricting with a certain something. It was almost hard to breath, the atmosphere around them shifting in a way that made Taekwoon let out small gasps and puffs for air. "Trust me?"

"I do. I trust you, Wonsik." He nodded earnestly, half-lidded eyes forcing themselves closed as a natural instinct as he felt the other come closer. "What are you going to do?" The question slipped from his lips so quickly he didn't have the chance to hold it back. After a moment of silence, his eyes slowly opened back up to see Wonsik looking at him in a way that made him feel... special?

"I'm..." He watched as Wonsik's eyes trailed down to his lips, a thumb coming back to graze at it once more, the rough pad of it pushing against the plush lip before pulling it down slightly, losing grip of it. "I'm going to kiss you."

Kiss?

Before Taekwoon had the chance to ask, lips met his. The elder's eyes widened in shock and confusion.

What was this?

He felt Wonsik's soft lips move against his own, movements he had no chance to keep up with without any practice. Heat coursed through his body as he brought his fists up to tap against the others chest before his fingertips dug themselves in the others cotton shirt. Another tainted hand came up to hold him by his neck this time, lips pushing more harshly against his.

A whine broke from his lips as he felt tears build up in his eyes.

What was this and why did it feel so good? What was Wonsik doing to him?

Kissing. But kissing is on the cheek only!

It seemed to have ended too soon, Wonsik pulling away after a few seconds. He placed his forehead upon the elder's, pupils dilated as his breathing was a little harsher than usual. "God, you're so perfect." His hot breath glided over Taekwoon's wet lips, causing a heated coolness effect against his skin. "I'm guessing that's your first kiss. I'm sorry for taking it in such a manner." His words were apologetic but the tone of his voice and the look on his face said otherwise. "Are you going to cry, Woonie?" The elder shook his head gently.