ㅤᴅᴏᴏʀ ⋮ A24

@❛ changmin shim。 ‘life is hell,’ his mother would say. ‘enjoy it while you still can.’ granted she would tell such wise words to her then underage son while chugging down pints of whatever ty cheap alcohol she could get her hands on at the local bar. albeit the little seo youngho had picked up on some of his mother’s vices, he took that old drunken advice to heart. so there he was now, grown and drowning himself with a glass of whiskey amidst life’s sorrows while loitering around in the dim shadows of officer shim’s apartment with some desperate internal desire to find happiness. even if it were a temporary fleeting bliss.. who was to say this couldn’t last, though? youngho makes the unlikely decision to stick around just a little longer. perhaps it would be worth some effort.

the short history created between himself and changmin dug up all sorts of hidden emotions which the private eye felt so uncertain of. as he lays his head to rest upon the taller’s broad shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of his neck to find a cozy spot, a coy tone flows out like rich velvet, “you say that to all the pretty boys, don’t you?” upon sensing their chests pulled flush close together does an arm lazily latch around him. despite all their flirtatious taunts and past close encounters, this time... it was different. just the two of them together with no interferences. how soothing it did feel to be able to bask in the arms of perhaps the only man who truly gave youngho skipping heart palpitations.

tastes of bitter whiskey and natural sugary sweetness blend in a perfect concoction as their lips tango with tender infatuation. nothing but needy whimpers slip out between the tiniest gasps for air, a tight grasp clutches at either end of changmin’s collar with feverish impatience to be claimed once and for all. of course there would be no replacing that ceaseless void left behind from the officer’s previous partner. neither would he ever wish to be some sort of replacement. only desires a small spot amongst many others to.. oh hell, what did he want anyway? to be a friend? a lover? possibly both. whatever the case he pulls back and gazes up with a dazzling chocolate gaze that begs to be seized. “go ahead and love me then. love me any which way you’d like.”

@❛ youngho seo。 the white, creamy moonbeams seep through the gaps of the industrial curtains, covering both of their intoxicated and disheveled figures with bars of the luminiscent moonlight. the officer, while resting his cheek against the cold, stone bar gazes at youngho's alluring countenance from a below. a fond, contagious smile thereupon occupies the officer's lips. initiated primarily by the alcohol, an amused, boyish chortle stirrs from beyond the confines of his throat. the police officer chooses to ignore the urn and picture of his younger self alongside his belated parter, instead tangling his digits in the other's hair, and enjoying the company as to what it felt like having a partner again.

in the midst of his visibly smitten state for the other, he drawls, "yoooungho." after releasing a sigh, observing how he lazily spins the few drops of whiskey left within his glass, he finally returns his gaze to the private investigator once more. "i think i really love you."

upon spouting his confession, he snakes his arms around the other's waist, resting the other's similarly intoxicated figure to his larger frame. he begins unravelling his newly established lover by pressing a few innocent kisses against the private investigator's temple, humming in low baritone against the other's flesh with each kiss's success. it makes for the perfect distraction as changmin's digits seep into youngho's hair, the strands and curls of his amber locks to ensure he remains in place. despite the innocent display, the structure begins to truly give way once changmin pins the other's face between his palms, bothering to look for a single second before he initiates their first kiss together.