there’s no contact, there’s nothing when he opens the door, seunghae simply gets inside and stands there, knowing exactly what’s going to happen next and he’s certainly not wrong at all. when heni wraps his arms around him, seunghae does the same, wrapping his own around his frame, keeping him close, even snorting when the other mentions his beer is on the table. he’s not making fun of him at all, he just thinks it’s terribly endearing of him to tend to him like that.
but he loves it, he loves the attention, he loves being tended to, he loves being understood, he loves being held like this, he loves the way things are between them and he could only hope that, in this mess of lives both are leading? that heni is a bit a little bit happy, all things considered, that is.
“but, i’m craving something else first.” he says, his arms unwrapping from around his body, hands placing themselves on heni’s neck and coaxes him to look up, “first this, then the beer.” he says before leaning in and pressing his lips against heni’s, it’s gentle, it’s soft, there are no other intentions behind it, but just this. just the need to kiss him, just the need to taste him.
seconds later, he pulls back for a moment and whispers, “i lied, i want another.” before kissing him once again, thumbs brushing against his jawline. he doesn’t like thinking about the time this will have to stop, because it must, eventually. it hurts him, it makes him angry because things weren’t supposed to go this way. but they will and he has no choice. eventually he pulls back and nods, “alright, now i’m ready for that beer.” and he smiles at him before turning on his heels and freely makes his way inside heni’s home. “it’s cold, i hope?”
seunghae feels like home. he’s warm, and smells familiar, and it makes heni never want to let go. of course, he knows he has no right feeling that way, and constantly reprimands himself in his head for it, but he can’t help but love the way seunghae feels. if heni had any choice he’d steal seunghae for himself, so that this, whatever you want to call it, never has to end. he’d like to be able to have seunghae over every night, so they can enjoy each others company, but he knows sometime in the near future it’ll all have to end. he tries to ignore how painful that knowledge is; he was never meant to get attached, so it’s his own fault if he gets hurt by the situation.
heni almost whines at seunghae’s arms retracting from around him, but once he feels their warmth against his neck he smiles, tilting his head up to look at seunghae properly. it’s so simple, and gentle, yet heni’s head spins every time he gets to kiss seunghae. he smiles against his lips, surprised that even now he’s still so pleasantly surprised at how soft seunghae’s lips are, and at how natural, and right this feels; kissing him.
he’s not ready to stop kissing seunghae when the kiss is broken, and he has to make a conscious effort not to frown at the loss of lips against his own, but he doesn’t have to frown for long before seunghae’s lips are against his once more and something in heni gives a sad little cry, making him remember that this isn’t forever. one day, he knows, seunghae will have to stop visiting him, the kisses will stop, and heni won’t really know what to do with himself, when half his heart is off somewhere else, marrying someone who isn’t him.
he doesn’t dwell on it. instead, when the kiss is broken again, and seunghae’s mind is clearly back on beer, he emits a soft laugh. “of course, i may not drink it myself but i’d never serve a room-temperature beer. i’m not a barbarian.” he follows after seunghae, pulling the sliding door closed behind him as they get inside the living room. on the little table in front of heni’s couch sits a cup of steaming tea, for heni, and a cold beer, condensation creating tiny water droplets on the bottle, for seunghae.
heni sits himself down on the couch, knees instinctively pulling to his chest and his arms curling around them. “tell me about your day.” he watches as sorrel, one of his cats, gives seunghae his usual greeting - a full body rub to seunghae’s calf and a soft mew, before slinking off to hide in the cat tree across the room. “i think sorrel likes you more than me, sometimes. i’m not sure i blame her though.”
