It's been mayhem to him. It felt like he didn't have any right to exist. How could he even think of it? How could he even imagine that his desires will be fulfilled at a place where he doesn't even belong. Nevertheless, he dreams. Because he learned the art of blooming where he planted. It does not feel like an impossible thing for him- to go for what his heart wanted. To hell with it, Jeon Jungkook reached years back to 1849, only to meet the lover he has never seen other than in the hidden pages of his history book. And now you think he can't accomplish the longing he protected like a precious flower from heaven? No. No is never an option for Jungkook.
Either way, this time, the boy stiffened, taking a wild guess of the expression that lingered on Hansung's face. It wasn't the vibe of hate, thank God. But sure the prince was flabbergasted to the core and that was clear behind that frowned eyebrows, scrunched nose, and tightly pressed lips. Jungkook held his breath in his sleeves. His heart thumped fast against his ribcage and the overwhelming feeling returned to him. For the umpteenth time, he doesn't want to lose the prince at any cost. This is what he got. And he wanted it to be forever, even after knowing everything.
Jungkook waits for Hansung to reply, counting the heartbeats he could hear in that silent room. The said prince was looking at him in awe. Indeed, Jeon Jungkook felt like a miracle to Hansung, while holding him like that. As if he's the invaluable world or a piece of the moon, Jungkook's hands enclosed him in a warm hug, letting him hear the slow and steady heartbeats. For a moment, Hansung did not want to think. He did not want to mull over how the love of Jeon Jungkook is forbidden to him, and how there's no future for them. There's no Hansung in a world where Jungkook is, and there was never a Jungkook in a world where Hansung lived. But he didn't want all of those to destroy the beauty of the moment he got. Wait, Jungkook asked something.
Hansung, with tightly pressed lips and a wild thumping heart, contemplated the words he just heard. No, there was no disgust in his mind while imagining himself in a position like that. But still. Hansung paused.
He inhaled sharply, eyes trailing from Jungkook's doe and innocent orbs to his boopable nose, then right there. It would be a lie if Hansung said that he never thought about what Jungkook asked. He did, oh so badly, and wanted to fulfill it. He wanted to get to know how it feels to touch the soft wet skin, taste the essence of the present that would linger on Jungkook for sure. He wanted to fulfill all those thoughts which once used to fog up his right mind.
Nevertheless, he stays silent. His heart was calm and his body melted in the warmth of Jungkook. Hansung feels like a feather going aimlessly in the air, along with the chilly breeze. It was so healing yet overwhelming. Hansung knows how Jungkook was struggling to keep his stance like that as if nothing happened as if the world was working well. He softly placed his hand on the younger's cheeks, feeling the cold skin under his big hands, and rubbed soothing circles on it. Even though Jungkook's body was cold, he never failed to spread warmth to Hansung. The unselfishness made the prince smile wholeheartedly.
He knew what he was going to do. He knew there would be consequences for each of his actions and he was so ready to face all of them. It's not like he's brave. It's because Hansung was tired and torn between want of heart and book of fortune. He didn't want to play along with fate anymore.
"I... I don't want to miss you...
When you leave this place when you leave me, I want to forget you."
When Jungkook heard those words from the prince, all he could focus on was the serenity of his heart. No beating, no rushing of blood. No pain. Was it even there? Jungkook concentrated so hard to catch a beat but failed miserably. He was expecting a rejection in the first place yet he didn't want to believe that his expectations were turning into reality. Worst and vigorous.
He shook his head, smiling ever so softly to let the prince know that it didn't hurt him. He was past the stage where desires can ail him and make him weak. Jungkook has learned to accept that sometimes your need is fulfilled and want is abandoned and just like that, you move on with what you got, what you have.
The time traveler doesn't believe in miracles. For him, the only miracle is the man in front of him, long pretty eyes gaping at his every move as if they were memorizing him solely. The plump lips parted a little and flushed cheeks were like a blossom of long-awaited spring. Hansung makes him weak. Weak enough to not let go and stay there forever, even though it will never happen. Their gaze lingers at each other for a moment, as if it's their last meeting.
'I want to forget you so bad that all I ever want is all your wishes to come true. If I can, I would give you the world, but here you're just asking for a kiss as if it meant the whole world to you. How pathetic can I be?'
Hansung couldn't help but ponder over the emotions bubbling up inside his chest but he didn't let it out. It was suffocating him that he knew the answer to most of his questions. He knew what would happen if he broke the rule if he did the unimaginable thing. Yet he hung back a little before leaning in, ready to face the world which has already shown the real colors to him. Hansung feels depleted to seize the consequences of his desires, but the aftermath of fulfilling the dream led him to the edge. And he inhaled the scent of Jungkook's sweet lavender and closed his ocean blue eyes.
If it's only easier for Jungkook to explain what it feels like to be snuggled closer to a warm chest on excruciating winter snow. If it's only possible for Jungkook to gather the bewildering pieces of his brain and register what was happening around him. His whole system stopped working, and the heat rushed through his whole body. He was trembling like a petal fallen from the newly bloomed flower, but it didn't feel bad. In fact, the feeling was actually refreshing. While he was flying with the wind, empty head and heart in bliss, his posture was flawless like an excellent dance move as he landed softly on the mud. Instead of the scent of leaves and fallen petals blending with the mud and last raindrops, it was the sweet fragrance of tiger lilies that took over him. And Jungkook felt weak on his knees. Weak for Kim Hansung.
It didn't take a lot of time for the prince to figure out what he wanted the most from fate, from Jungkook. A chance. He wanted a chance to make Jungkook never forget him even if Hansung will not be there, even if Jungkook can't come back to the past and meet the prince again. He wanted Jungkook to remember him, forever and always. That's why he leaned in to press their lips together.
The soft tingling sensation bubbling in his stomach was none other than the butterflies that Jungkook never thought he would ever feel. The feeling was surreal. The feeling of Hansung's soft baby pink lips against his pouty ones. The tenderness stays there on the soft skin, hearts wavered before thumping faster and the souls tangled up in bliss. Hansung tastes like the fresh mint, refreshed and filling him with a newly discovered fascination. It was the eternal pleasure Jungkook could ever ask for.
The long fingers of Hansung left his cheeks to curl around his smooth raven locks, eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, and their noses touched lightly as he captured Jungkook's lips. The said male had his hands curled around Hansung's waist, tightly pressing their bodies together when he registered what was happening. Each time he takes a whiff, Hansung could feel the scent of cherry blossom filling up his nostrils, taking him to an ecstatic realm. Jungkook tastes like bittersweet chocolate, as Hansung continued nibbling on his lips and moving ever so softly as if he was healing a wound, soothing a crack. They craved more, more touch, more taste, more heat, more and more of each other.
It took Jungkook a moment of courage to suck on Hansung's lips as if they were the most precious thing in the world. He pulled the lower lip of the prince between his, a very courteous move made Hansung's heart go wild but he leaned in for more. Their closed eyes were not thinking anything other than the taste of each other. They can't get enough of how their lips fit perfectly, like the lost parts of a puzzle finally together to complete it. Jungkook's thin upper lip and full lower lip captures Hansung's pink ones again and again, in a twee and slow motion.
The kiss wasn't hurried, chaste, or rushed to the edge. It was natural like the tip of the ocean meeting the horizon, the orange hue slowly fading to dark blue before the ebony night covers it all. It was so familiar like they've already kissed millions of times and memorized their likings.
The passion oozed from the little gesture that put their heart and soul on fire. Jungkook shifted to hover over Hansung deliberately, legs tangled as he put his weight on his knees. They didn't break the kiss, instead, the desire doubled. Hansung felt his knees weak as his fingers dig deep into the scalps of Jungkook while the younger had his hands cupping Hansung's cheeks, deepening the kiss. He paused for a moment to realize if it was happening in reality, then he found Hansung ushering him to drown deep in the feeling. Thinking can be done later. Once again, Jungkook tastes Hansung's lips, slowly pulling them between his teeth, easing the pain by nibbling and wetting them with his tongue, soothing the sides of his cheeks while rubbing his thumb in a circular motion. He sucks every small sound leaving Hansung's mouth, playing footsies under the cozy blanket, hips joined, eyes fluttering close, cheeks reddened, mind in an utmost haze. That's what he felt at that moment. Euphoria.
True, they've kissed before, on the forehead, on knuckles, sometimes on cheeks. But this time, it felt like this is what they were waiting for, and all those longings were worth it. They haven't kissed anyone like this, with this much love and devotion. With both of them in pure bliss and pulling each other closer. They stayed like that, kissing hard. As if there's no tomorrow. As if their time is near.
Jungkook was the first one to pull away, inhaling deeply. When he opened his eyes with a smile on his lips and met with Hansung's gaze, he found the infinity inside them. The ocean blue orbs were shy, cheeks were flushed and lips... Oh, Hansung's beautiful pink lips. Jungkook's fingers slowly touched them, still wet and red because of the nibbling and kissing. Hansung parts his lips, feeling Jungkook's fingertips brushing his soft skin, heart stumbling unknowingly when the warm breath of the younger lingered on his face. He closed his eyes in contentment, with a delicate smile on his lips, recalling the feeling of Jungkook on him, hovering his body, taking over his lips, and making his brain numb with his slow and passionate moves, shaking his heart in rhythm. Only Jeon Jungkook can do it. And now, Jungkook is his.
Hansung feels giddy over the thoughts, meeting Jungkook's dark gaze while massaging the scalp with his fingers, letting the younger lay on him like that. He feels what it means to love someone till your heart bleeds, till your body burns in the fire. He realizes what it feels like to cross the border of so-called right and wrong and find your happiness. A kiss shared with Jungkook taught him a lot.
"You taste like... the sweet night, my prince..."
Jungkook said with a glint of admiration in his eyes and found Hansung lowering his gaze in shyness.
'The sweet night with no morning promised...'
Jungkook kept that thought to himself. As he cupped Hansung's cheeks, the affection overflowed while pecking his prince's lips one more time. Jungkook then whispers again with a small smile.
"The sweet night which makes me want to wake up in love every time."
"In love... with me?"
Hansung asks with a baby pout and Jungkook couldn't help but smile at the innocence of the beautiful man. He pecked Hansung's lips one more time before leaning into a kiss on his forehead.
"Yes, in love with you, my love."
Hansung leaned forward to kiss once again on the pout lingering on Jungkook's lips while passing a shy smile. Jungkook didn't stop there, he went on, deepening the mere press into good minutes of nibbling and kissing without any care of the world.
As they stayed like that with Jungkook pressing his neck in the crook of Hansung's, snuggling and leaving butterfly kisses here and there, they both ignored the fact that it can't last long. They were hungry for each other, and forgot the worries haunting them and ran to each other's arms, to their safe place. The safe place where they can be the lovers they're. Where no past and present will chase them. Hansung skipped his beats when Jungkook pressed a little too much pressure on the right spots of his neck, strong enough to leave marks there, but the prince didn't mind.
'I want to wake up tasting the chocolates on your lips, feeling my breath mingling with yours and the world would still be in a daze.
When everything falls back with time, I want to paint you as mine, savor you like aged wine.'
The prince heard his mind chanting the lines. He has been waiting for this. He has survived all these years, being shut and stranded only for a day like this, to have a moment like this. In the arms of his beloved, warm and content, feeling complete. Hansung blinked while tracing the cute features of Jungkook, and inhaled sharply before whispering against his lips.
"Jeon Jungkook... "
"Hmm...?"
"I'm falling for you..."
Knock Knock?!
Who's there?
Any HanKookers here? Rise & shine!
See you soon...
~Rin