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The absence of Keum Seongje unsettles Go Hyuntak more than his presence. Because with his presence, Seongje acted on his own accord.
He was the one who walked with a carefree swagger, who fought with a graceful chaos that rivalled Ares. Who spoke with a drawl, who laughed derisively.
In absence of him, he haunts his dreams, and in his dreams, Seongje acted by Hyuntak’s subconscious.
His dreams of Seongje are never normal, in the sense that whenever he wakes up, he questions what the fuck that was about. The last dream had him waking up sweating, a burning ache in his lower stomach
It wasn't the first time he's dreamt about having sex with Seongje, but it was the first time the aftereffects left him out of it the whole day. He's gotten past the guilt and shame of seeing someone like Seongje as an object of desire, after everything he did. If his dreams about the other aren't sexually driven, they're nightmares, like the next.
It takes Hyuntak a second to recognise what he's seeing. He's knelt, hand hovering to reach the boy in front of him. He seems so close yet so far.
Seongje's on his knees, and his shoulders are hunched. His breaths are loud, with an edge that suggests he’s seconds away from crying, or screaming. It's scary. Hyuntak's never seen Seongje…cry.
There’s too much blood in his teeth, pouring from his agape mouth. Down his chin and his hand cups beneath it as if he could catch it all. And for a moment, he looks scared, tears in his eyes. There’s a tremble in his frame.
Suddenly he surges forward and Hyuntak jerks back only to be dragged closer, bloodied fingers around his neck, warm copper fills his mouth as Seongje kisses him.