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like daylight, you're golden

• "His favorite world comes in the form of long legs dangling by a small bed only made for one. It’s vivid eyes, vivid smile, vividly bright tinted mouth. It’s fever on his lips. Redness on his cheeks, warmth like no other."

these hands, this love

• "Yeonjun wonders if Soobin’s heart gets a little broken too when they’re close like this."
• "Soobin thought he wasn’t loved. Yeonjun has loved him back for twenty six years."
• "Maybe love was never supposed to be grand and extragavant. It just has to look like that, like Soobin’s first easy smile in the morning."
• "It doesn’t ache because it hurts, it aches because Yeonjun loves him so much he’d still give and submit. And allow. And grant. And pray. It aches because Yeonjun loves him willingly, and in a love, the ache persists. The ache isn’t pain. The ache is joy. The ache is love itself."
• "Soobin looks like this under any lights. Yeonjun loves him under any lights."
• "He kisses him, all over him. That bare skin of his waist, the painful dip. His ribs. His collarbones that ache. He takes his hands to his mouth, kissing every folds, every knobs. It’s worshipping. Like this, Yeonjun with dusted red. Yeonjun without release."
• "Years of being touched by hands, and Soobin only has to look him in the eye to shipwreck a shore."
• "Yeonjun stiffles a sound. Years of being touched. None of them felt like hands. Not these hands."