jongin watches as a mellow ray of morning sun shines through a tiny crack in the curtains, illuminating a thin strip of light right across the dip in chanyeol’s lower back.

with a feathery light finger, jongin gently traces random curly shapes and geometric patterns on chanyeol’s smooth, creamy skin, connecting the little moles peppered across his back like constellations sprawled across the galaxy.

jongin’s finger glides down to skim across the edge of the comforter draped just below chanyeol’s dimples of venus, marveling at the contrast between the rich burgundy of the fabric and the pale glow of chanyeol’s flawless skin.

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