Wooyoung is already rolling around across the floor from boredom even before Yeosang enters his best friend's chamber. Today, he is not allowed to visit the neighbor's fences, but yet another time he infringes his father's rules when he is in deep need. It's not a foreign act, and the chance for him being discovered is small to very little, knowing his father isn't home at this given time. Yeosang takes the risk.

His hands clamp around the contour of the aperture when he raises his leg to the weakly protruding stone and pushes his body the last stretch to the closed window. Yeosang moves his right hand in a quick move to lightly knock on the glass, before going back to hold on to the edge with both his hands. He prays that Wooyoung hears him immediately, so he won't be hanging here in a long time. Though, Yeosang knows that the said boy lives in a whole different world, far away from this one, and thus is distracted by lots of things all the time. This time, he has luck on his side, and the window is opened not long after his gentle knocks.

Wooyoung's expression glows even brighter than the stories he has heard about nights with myriad outset lanterns across the ocean in a beating dance between the stars. And from his smile, he lits the light glinting in Yeosang's own eyes. Wooyoung grins as he pulls by his tunic the smaller boy in through the opening and leaves him to tumble into his arms in a snug comfort that should have been prohibited. While long threads of yarn accumulate in his guts he doesn't laugh but just stands and lets his head fall heavily down at Wooyoung's shoulder.

"Was it really that hard climbing the wall this day?" Wooyoung asks when he feels the weight on his shoulder, his hand instantly comes to caress the back of his head in a sweet gesture.

Yeosang closes his eyes and hums a deep tune while his senses devour every familiar part of the person who he slowly brings his arms to lock behind the back of. He has grown attached to these kinds of acts since a couple of years back when Wooyoung had conducted them from his own world to the one that Yeosang stood in - his conviction being none other than naïve and impulsive. But Yeosang had let Wooyoung show him the colors of his world that the reality never could outshine - a world where all the impossible became possible and Yeosang felt inspired. His past dreams of dark and grey bloomed to possibilities of rare rainbows crossing the heaven and expanding his horizon across waters to borders there never had been entered. Warmth had started spreading from his chest out into the furthest part of his smallest finger from every little closeness Wooyoung brought him.

A blush suddenly brushes Yeosang's cheeks when the tender caresses get daring.

When Wooyoung had told him how he had been dreaming about kissing a gender being more masculine than feminine, his beliefs had gotten their first taste of what a church's sinner would feel like to be.

The thumbs that stroke his cheeks until he opens his eyes again are warm and soft, and Yeosang swallows when he is greeted with Wooyoung's beautiful eyes.

"Shall we leave those cursed enclosures for the rest of this afternoon?"

Yeosang feels dazed by the looks of the younger boy in front of him and doesn't respond to his question. Instead, he stares at Wooyoung, examines the length of every possible eyelash he can see, until his sight lands upon the mole just right under his left eye. Yeosang admires Wooyoung's eyes the most. Although the question is already forgotten, the smaller boy knows that Wooyoung didn't even need an answer in the first place. He takes Yeosang's hand in his and leniently drags him to the windowsill that he knows is their only possible escape route, now that sir Jung has ordered his son to be locked inside his room. Yeosang is still in a trance when the other jumps first but the touch of a subtle kiss stop him from breathing. Wooyoung giggles at Yeosang's surprised expression and calls his name before he forgets what he's even supposed to be doing.

His ash-colored hair brings contrasts to his golden skin and Yeosang thinks he'll never get tired of observing the details about him. The younger hands him one of the cloaks he has hidden behind the barrels around the corner of the building and Yeosang quickly snaps his eyes away from Wooyoung to pull the fabric around his figure, making sure his head and the family embroidery at the right chest piece of his tunic is hidden away from the world. Wooyoung smiles at him when they turn their heads at each other at the same given time and they start their wandering across the fields behind the Jung's fences. They both know that people still can see them from here, so Wooyoung hurries at him until they set into a run and disappear between the trunks of trees. The youngest giggles loudly while he jumps the shrubs and branches across the ground and Yeosang laughs at the other's very exaggerated movements as he follows him through the close forest. For every step he ventures, his head gets lighter as Wooyoung slowly pulls him to the world of his. The tingles swell in his toes as they trail higher, tightens his heartbeats into a rhythm that feels hot. Yeosang smiles shyly when Wooyoung secures their hands in a hold again. A warm breeze envelopes them in the forest's freshness and Yeosang inhales slowly to keep his heart from escaping from his chest. He shifts his cloudy senses to the sounds of the river flowing by through the clearing but the calm trickling water only pushes him deeper into the state of bliss. Wooyoung's voice is soft and sweet when he speaks again.

"You really are in a different world from this, am I right?"

Besides the facade of a trickster's broad smile Wooyoung often wears, he reads Yeosang better than a book. Every secret that he holds away from others always fades when it comes to Wooyoung and his ways of always seeing through layers of lies. The dark-haired boy wants to bury his face in Wooyoung's shoulder so doesn't have to see his rosy cheeks.

"Stop making me flustered, this is embarrassing," Yeosang whines and raises his cool hands to his heated face as he angles his head down.

But Wooyoung likes the effect his forward nature has on the older, he always does, and so, he closes their minimal distance and pushes the cloak down his head and kisses Yeosang's now visible forehead lightly. When Yeosang glances up again, his eyes find Wooyoung's in an intense need.

"Can I kiss you?"

Yeosang can suddenly feel the fingers lightly dancing around his waist as he is steadily drawn closer to the one who wants him. The battle is invisible for any other normal eye who would see, but Yeosang sees what struggles Wooyoung goes with. His hand falls to fasten around the younger's arm while he nods agreeing.

Yeosang loves the touch of Wooyoung's lips upon his own. They are soft, pliable, and holds on to eagerness that makes the kisses distend with the sloppiness that Yeosang cares too much about to get tired of. All in contrast to the careful and gentle nature his hands bring along the lean against each other. Wooyoung ushers his muscle from his mouth into Yeosang's and the touch brings a new wave of blushing to his face that never seems to stop heating up. Wooyoung is a skilled kisser and brings surprises with him every time. Yeosang believes that the boy thrives on fantasies of impossible stories. This time, however, Wooyoung seems to slow down in a way that makes his heart flutter with the wings of a butterfly. His tongue rounds Yeosang's sensually at the same time his lips move with the older's slow and addicting. Yeosang tightens his grip around Wooyoung's shoulder and jaw as his head spins with delight from every little touch his body feels.

Wooyoung quickly finds the place to roll his finger over on top of the older's hips that makes his breathing sway and his limbs wobble.

"Woo..." Yeosang murmurs in between the hot breaths and wet kisses.

They are slowly moving from their spot in the forest's shadows while the youngest links his hands to the belt strapped tightly around Yeosang's trousers and waist. His arousement rises when Wooyoung pushes him against the wooden wall of the tiny hut they tend to hide in when they escape the reality and duties their lives require of them. Wooyoung moves away from the kiss as he opens the door and Yeosang gets a moment to catch his heaving breath. His body is flowing in the air while he can't stop feeling the lingering of the younger's touches. The creaking door opens and Wooyoung steers them inside the little compact building.

Somehow, has Wooyoung always known what was the best thing to do - something Yeosang never has understood how. While Wooyoung is with an expertised hand, Yeosang needs guidance through the world of the other. He kisses him again as their middle brushes, and Wooyoung lays him down in the corner they have filled with soft fabrics and what else was to sneak with them out here. Wooyoung moans softly and lets his body sink down to cover Yeosang fully. The room is cool but the cloaks they still wear provides the heat they need to stay comfortable.

Yeosang is still human when Wooyoung's neediness seeps through his clothes and swirls around until they become out of breath. The younger seeks his lips again and he finds peace when they fall into that same addictive rhythm yet again. Yeosang peeks at the other in admiration of how it is even possible to feel this granted, while he is sinning to a degree that could cause the end of both their lives. Men shall not be with men.

The boy tastes the last kiss longer than the others when they pause for air. Wooyoung smiles blissfully and his thumbs trail along with Yeosang's dainty silhouette until he buries them in his dark locks of hair. The older boy cannot seem to form any valid words as his lips stay apart but without wording anything. Dawdling, his senses clear, and the pleased feeling from before drops into a wretched one that possibly could turn his fragile heart to break - in the same ways the tragic love stories he has heard about always ends. Yeosang slips his eyes away from Wooyoung's expression there slowly has faded to a concerning one, all while his thoughts bring sorrows and agony with them. It tears his soul to know that all the memories they have gathered, soon will be shattered into a million pieces that can not be undone.

He swallows desperately to gain his breath back again, but the air seems to have disappeared and Yeosang knows why when Wooyoung gently sprays his fingers around his face and kisses him again.

"Please don't cry... It hurts when you do."

Yeosang doesn't even know of the tears that fall from his eyes when he still lays in the soft fabrics with Wooyoung keeping him between his arms. He's in desperation while the unwanted battle keeps charging him mindly, and more tears swallow his orbs until he can't see anything. The boy sighs irritated in the move of turning his head away from the other; staring at the dusty wooden boards as he sniffs.

"I'm sorry Wooyoung..." Yeosang whispers, "I am so sorry."

One thing that Yeosang knows Wooyoung can't handle is tears. Not because the younger one doesn't know what to do in the situation, but because the feelings are too overwhelming for him. Yeosang feels how Wooyoung's fingers shake upon where they touch his face and he feels at fault for causing those strings of pain to increase for the time he has been informed. The hair that brushes Yeosang's cheek is soft and the weight of Wooyoung's head laying on his chest twirls a part of the bad esteem elsewhere.

He listens to Wooyoung's slow inhalation while he tries to stay in this moment - to remember breathing when he still can.

"Will you tell me? I will do everything for you, Yeosang."

Everything, this boy would sacrifice his own life for Yeosang - he knows that. Wooyoung turns around until he again stares into his eyes with fear and Yeosang trails his arms around him until he won't ever again forget how the curves of Wooyoung feel underneath his hands.

After this information, Yeosang will break his heart.

"Woo," he says and prepares himself for what will come next, "This is the last time we will see each other. My father has found me a spouse."

There, he sees the younger's world shatters into broken pieces in a matter of disbelief and missing time as his lips stay slightly parted while Yeosang kisses him goodbye. There is nothing they can do about this.

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