Time to take a ✨oneshot✨

forehead hello :D

Lin's eyes squinted open and he sighed happily, accepting the warmth of the body he curled his own around.

A light chuckle rumbled through Jon's chest as Lin squeezed tighter, caging him in with his knee, ducking so his forehead laid against his collarbone. "G'morning," he mumbled into his hair, bringing a hand up to play with it.

Lin let out a restrained yawn and a, "Morning," into his neck, nosing further up Jon's body till they were face to face.

They touched foreheads, smiling into each other under warm beams of light peaking through the blinds, slashing streaks down their torsos.

"Have any dreams?" Jon asked, so close it dizzied him. And then it was familiar, that dizziness, by now. He knew that. He didn't cherish it any less because it felt new every time they got this close. And that was every morning.

Lin let out the biggest grin he could before coffee and rambled on about this dream and that. Jon just watched, marveled. That smile must've saved lives, created peace. He could look at it, him, forever.

And Lin knew. Knew he was marveling and could feel it. Feel the heat filling him to the brim, that little shyness. He kept talking. He had to. He liked this feeling.