Donghae giggles, and it tickles Hyukjae's chest enough for him to squirm. "Fine, you are. You're gorgeous. Like a fallen angel, or Mr. Universe, or Won Bin. When you walk on the sidewalk, you leave flowers dangling in the air. Perfume. Sequins."
"I'm practically a fairy-tale prince," says Hyukjae. "All I need is a white horse."
"I'm serious," Donghae says, though he sounds like he's laughing. "Look at me, Hyuk."
Hyukjae looks down, straight into Donghae's eyes that look right into your soul. The rain drums against the umbrella and hits the railings, but in this little cocoon they're safe.
"You're beautiful," says Donghae.
OH MY GOD. THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL. I HAVE NO WORDS ANYMORE ;_______; ♥
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"I'm practically a fairy-tale prince," says Hyukjae. "All I need is a white horse."
"I'm serious," Donghae says, though he sounds like he's laughing. "Look at me, Hyuk."
Hyukjae looks down, straight into Donghae's eyes that look right into your soul. The rain drums against the umbrella and hits the railings, but in this little cocoon they're safe.
"You're beautiful," says Donghae.
OH MY GOD. THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL. I HAVE NO WORDS ANYMORE ;_______; ♥