Follow The Paths Of Bunnies!

Jeongcheol 3

Seungcheol's eyes weren't still completely open, so it took him quite a while to understand what was going on. Usually, it was Han who used to climb up on his chest as the very first thing of the day, so the heaviness was kind of expected. But Seungcheol was accustomed to that heaviness, not this one.

Seungcheol's eyes finally fluttered open when he realised something on his chest had moved, almost like it was trying to snuggle Seungcheol close. It was strange, strange and weird on the top of that, but Seungcheol only realised what was going on when a hand made his way to his shoulders,

A hand....

A hand of a fucking man!

But seriously, a hand?

For a while, Seungcheol short circuited, his brain became foggy and his eyes anonymously started hurting. He was supposed be alone, and no way in hell he had seen a hand wrapped around him like it was supposed to be there.

Was he dreaming? Probably yes.

Seungcheol squeezed his eyes close, one minute, two minutes, and only then stopped when he grasped he might fall asleep again if he was going to close his eyes for so long. Having the chance, and totally mentally prepared to see himself alone in the bed, the older opened his eyes once more, slowly, steadily, only to turn his head to watch the scenery beside his bed, the realisation finally hitting that he infact wasn't alone.

There was someone, someone who had taken up his blanket and was currently covered up in that fabric. All Seungcheol could see at that moment was hair, long silver hair that belonged to a man, and an arm that was draped over him at the moment-

Wait a minute-

Was he shirtless?!

The older felt his heart skipping many beats in few seconds, his fingers tightly gripping on the blanket while mind glitched with numerous of questions at the same time. Who was he? How come he is on Seungcheol's bed?! The fuck he is doing here shirtless?! Was he a psychopath? Like those stalkers who follow you up until they get in your bed?!

What the fuck?! Can that happen as well?!

Seungcheol immediately dismissed the idea, but truth to be told there was nothing that explained an arrival of unknown body on his bed other than that. Was he dead? Seungcheol thought, trying to peek at the face that was exactly opposite to his sight.

And as he did, the man suddenly turned, his eyes flattering open only for Seungcheol to realise that his heart had indeed stopped beating as the very first thing of the day.

The Man, he looked divine.

Seungcheol had encountered many faces in his life, all carrying different features and their own charms. But none of those matched with the one that he saw at the moment.

His hair were silver, and Seungcheol wasn't sure if he had seen that shade of silver before. The roots were kind of dull, almost dusted in black, while the other part of hair looked like they were straight out of some fairy comic or fantasy novel. They shined, against the rays of sunlight that swept off the window, they shined.

His eyes though were a totally different matter. Unlike any eyes colour that Seungcheol had witnessed, they contained an unique shade of red and brown, maybe a shade that stood in between the two. On the top of that, the light falling on his face made it shine like a diamond, like expensive red one, that looked utterly beautiful in Seungcheol's opinion.

And at this point, Seungcheol was sure he was dreaming.

A man like this can only be in his dream.

The stranger blinked at him, once, twice, thrice, almost like he was also trying to understand what really was happening to him. And that was when Seungcheol noticed,