Just a very short oneshot for the pairing I support in Painter of the Wind. There's no sequel, and every where seems only to have Yun Bok x Jeong Hyang. :(
But anyway, this is my contribution to Dan Won x Yun Bok.
He tilts his head, staring intensely into his student's face.
Yun Bok notes this with growing discomfort, and his brows furrow.
"Susu-"
His words are silenced by a finger that presses itself against his lips.
He would draw back, but owing to that fragile trust, he stayed where he was.
Dan Won's eyes trace over his student's face, trailing down his neck, to his jugular, then his collarbone.
His eyes hold a certain form of self-loathing.
That sort of relationship, between men, how can it happen?
The words of Yin Mun's sister resound in his head.
Bitterly, he recalls Yin Mun's own answer.
It was taboo.
A familiar heat pools in his groin.
His own body betrays him.
For that moment, his eyes flicker to a side, and he tries.
Tries to rein in his emotions.
He fails once a pale pink tongue darts out to wet chapped lips.
Presses his finger more firmly against those plump lips.
Enters a daze, watching moist lips glisten with saliva.
And he swallows, imperceptibly, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Everything is quiet, tense.
The silence is fragile, just like the wavering trust between the two occupants of the room.
His finger shifts, and Yun Bok tracks it.
A warm, calloused hand cups his cheek.
Rough fingertips brush against his ear lobe, before trailing down.
They end at the nape of his neck.
Another hand, grips his chin gently, brushing a thumb across his lower lip.
Dan Won leans in, and his disciple, in his faith, doesn't move.
A not entirely unpleasant warmth covers his lips.
In his shock, a thousand voices scream at him, telling him how wrongwrongwrong all of this is, but none get through.
Tingles spread, sending shivers down his spine.
A tongue, determined, but gentle slips into his mouth.
The foreign sensation, he attempts to resist.
Pushing against his Master's chest, he tries to counter his teacher's broader frame, greater muscle mass and general superior strength.
Finally, he concedes defeat, parting his lips.
They break the kiss an eternity later, connected by a trail of saliva.
They look at each other, Dan Won is the first one to look away.
Guilt crashes down like a wave and bile rises in his throat.
What have I done?
He daren't turn back to face his disciple, for fear of the accusation, fear, betrayal that he is so certain he will find.
"Susunim..?"
Yun Bok is a painter, who has gone against every law of Dohwaseo.
He is female after all.
To him, love is love.
And to paint, is to long for.
"Susunim, do you..l-love me?"
His voice cracks just the slightest, and Dan Won is speechless.
His emotions have been verbalised by the receiver.
Mutely, he can only nod, knowing that any relationship from hereon is impossible.
"What if I told you…that I was a female?"
There is no room for him to have misheard his last word.
His gaze snaps back to meet his student's watery eyes.
He is silent, in shock.
"Susunim…if I were female…"
It seems too good to be true, but at this point, he doesn't want to care.
His arms wrap around his student's petite frame, drawing him, no, her, close.
"If you were female…then I would ask you to be mine."