shin hoseok
walks beside
yoo kihyun with
his arms by
his sides and
a small smile
playing on his
plush lips.
it's cold,
he thinks,
as the winter
air lightly blows
on the skin of
his face.
yoo kihyun
is silent—
again.
he just looks
over at the
older boy,
admiring him
and taking
in all his features.
he's never
seen someone
so ethereal
so beautiful
so delicate
so alluring
so perfect.
shin hoseok
catches yoo
kihyun staring,
and he can't
deny that he
finds the sight
ridiculously
adorable.
"what are you
looking at?"
"you.
it's you."
