「WONHO LEE 」

In that case, he was happy no words were being said, that the soundtrack of their descent on layers and layers of sin was nothing but the soft breathing of their working lungs mixed with the cityscape being as alive and annoying as ever.

It was a sound mixing well with the small hum leaving his lips and the slight sound of leather brushing on eroded concrete, on his figure moving closer and closer while holding the glass within small fingers, occasionally bringing it to his lips for a few more sips (  and consequent sparks of fire running from his throat to his brain and spine so suddenly and deliciously ) right before being able to rest his head on the other’s chest with a small thump and a smaller sigh.

No God would forgive them, no nation would support them, no creature in that nation would openly think that they’re okay –but it was okay, because they had each other.

He only had Wonho.

No parents or relatives or even friends to reach for, no one but Wonho.

« Kiss me, please? » Just a question, uttered right against that chest he always considered safer than a vault –only wanted his closeness to his beloved to remain, beautiful and untouchable.

No one knew of the acts that they were committing. No one knew what they were doing. It made things more exciting. The two be committing all sorts of things that were wrong in the eyes of the people, but to them it was all right.

Eyes had moved down to find his Demian resting their head on his chest. How perfect his Demian had fit against his body. How easily could his body shield the smaller and keep them in his warm arms. It was perfect.

There probably were people out there that didn't support them. After all, it was no surprise that there were people who wouldn't be proud of them being in such a relationship. To hell with them. He had Ikje and that was all that mattered.

They had one another.

Hearing that question, the both of them should know the answer already. He took this moment to set down his drink before drawing his attention back to Ikje. He didn’t need to answer the question because they knew what the response was and he leaned down to kiss Ikje. His lips pressed against Ikje's and how right everything felt. How soft Ikje's lips were against his own. Everything was right and he wouldn't grow old of whenever the two shared a kiss.

“ Yo, ma—oh. ” haneul’s eyes widened at who actually opened the door to bulletproof’s dorm, expecting his best friend instead of the older member. “ sunbae, i’m so sorry. ” he quickly suuplied, holding up his phone. “ jisu, was— i mean, uh, we texted for me to come spend time here instead of at my dorm, i expected him to open the door, not you! ” he shook his head, looking to his phone just as he got an incoming text from the boy in question, groaning at his screen. “ he’s not even back here yet, that idiot, i can’t believe i interrupted you like this. ”

It was with a small smile that he let the other’s clumsy hand still attempting at holding firmly the glass that had been prepared for him –he’d admire the way Wonho’s features would  get greenish specks due to how the dim light of the sunset glimmered within the liquid.

And still with a smile he’ll let the glass he was holding inch closer to his lips so that such an intimate sin could be committed –so that he could feel the absinthe, with its pungent flavor and scent,  reaching for his nostrils and lips, wetting the latter as the first drops leave the glass to reach his tongue and let the familiar shiver run through his spine and deliver him the first bits of delight.

He could feel his own heart flutter, and it felt nice. Just like that first sip –just like their first kiss.

Holding the glass, it was well known that he was clumsy and anything could happen if anything was in his hands. Though, he knew dropping the drink would be a big mistake. But, he knew that he wouldn't drop the drink and let this moment get ruined. They were already all so far with this and it'd be a shame if it were to get ruined.

He watched as Ikje took his first sips of the drink and oh how sinful his Demian looked. And what was nice was only he was able to see his Demian drink in such a sinful way. It was for him only to see. No one else was allowed to see such a moment being shared between the two of them.

He took a sip of his drink, letting the glass touch his lips and drank the sinful drink. Oh how perfect the drink was. Everything was just perfect.

After taking the sip of the drink, he looked over at the other and saw how his Demian was looking at him. Such a moment that was being shared between the two of them to be considered a sin and how much the both of them were enjoying it.

It was mainly because he needed concentration when it came to pouring the cold water onto the sugar cube to melt it –feeling the bottle so icy against his palms because he got it from the freezer right before going up and sending the text to the other. The water was supposed to trickle down gently, taking bits and bits of the small amount of sugar with it, dribbling from the sides and from the fissures in the spoon’s curve –it was supposed to mix with the absinthe underneath and for a moment making it look like there’s fog in it before returning even clearer, even greener than it was in the bottle, ready to be chugged down.

His expression was focused, with the little tongue flicking over the chapped lips –he wanted everything to be perfect, from the first to last drop, and he didn’t need to lift his head to know that Wonho was watching, so attentive, so delicious.

( he’d drink sinclair’s love like he’d drink a glass of absinthe )

Cautiously moving, from the first glass he did the same with the second maintaining the same focus,barely humming while counting the seconds of wait right after he was done and he could put the bottle down and try to warm his hands by rubbing them together and then use the spoons to mix even better the emerald green drink before putting everything aside and let his fingers trace the border of his glass before tightening the grip onto it.

Now it was just him, Wonho and two glasses of liquid sin.

But all that silence was needed as he could see the male concentrating on the drink. He had only prepared the drink once, but needed guidelines and help on how to prepare it. He was no expert. But, one day he might be. Who knew when that day will arrive, but it was possible that he could prepare the drink. Just pray that his destructive nature won’t come in while he’s preparing the drink because he was well known for his clumsiness.

It would be soon that the two would be sharing such a sinful drink with one another. But, it wasn't wrong for the two of them to be enjoying such a moment together with one another. After all, with how much they had fallen for one another nothing did seem to be wrong anymore. Plus, the sins they already had committed, what was wrong anymore?

There wasn't anything wrong.