Sunshine on your skin | heejake

˒do you remember?

Sunghoon’s eyes flickered downward, lingering on Heeseung’s bare shoulders, the droplets of water sliding down his skin, glistening in the dim light of the shower room.

His gaze was intense, focused, and Heeseung could feel the weight of it like a touch before Sunghoon even moved.

Slowly, Sunghoon raised one hand, fingers brushing lightly against Heeseung’s damp skin.

He traced the curve of Heeseung’s neck, letting his fingertips glide down to his collarbone.

The touch was soft, sending a shiver through Heeseung’s body.

His breath hitched, and he pressed himself back against the cold wall, as though trying to distance himself from the sensation.

But there was nowhere to go.
Sunghoon was too close, his body pinning Heeseung in place.

Heeseung’s heart raced, every nerve on edge as Sunghoon’s fingers lingered on his skin, exploring, teasing.

He kept his gaze down, trying not to react, trying to stay in control, but his grip on the towel tightened even further.

“You’re tense.”
Sunghoon whispered, his voice low and smooth.
He leaned in closer, his lips barely grazing Heeseung’s ear as he spoke. “You don’t have to be.”

Heeseung’s breath came in shallow bursts, his pulse thundering in his ears.

He swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper when he finally responded.
“What are you doing?”

Sunghoon let out a quiet, almost amused chuckle, his fingers still tracing lazy patterns on Heeseung’s skin.

"What does it look like I’m doing?"
He murmured, his tone dripping with teasing and something darker, something more possessive.

Heeseung’s throat tightened. He felt like he was caught in a current he didn’t know how to escape.
“This.. This isn’t right.”

Sunghoon paused, his hand resting just below Heeseung’s collarbone, his lips still close enough to brush against Heeseung’s skin.

“Isn’t it?”
He asked softly, a hint of challenge in his voice.

He moved his head slightly, bringing his mouth close to Heeseung’s once more, teasing him with the closeness, the barely there touch of lips.

“You’ve been avoiding me, Heeseung.” Sunghoon continued, his breath hot against Heeseung’s mouth.
“I thought we had something unfinished between us.”

Heeseung closed his eyes tightly, his mind racing, trying to find the words to push Sunghoon away, but the warmth, the pressure, the weight of Sunghoon’s presence was overwhelming.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Sunghoon’s fingers brushed lightly across Heeseung’s neck again.

"Tell me you don’t feel it."
Sunghoon whispered, his voice just above a breath.
"Tell me you want me to stop."

Heeseung’s heart pounded in his chest, a war raging between the fear, the confusion, and the undeniable pull of Sunghoon’s closeness.

He held the towel tighter against his body, praying for strength, praying for control, as Sunghoon’s lips hovered just out of reach.

Heeseung gulped, the sound loud in the quiet, steamy room.

His gaze darted away, unable to meet Sunghoon’s piercing eyes.

His throat felt tight, and his pulse raced beneath his skin, betraying him.