예술. binwoo.

5

friday, 2017/8/4; 6:43am

moonbin walked out of the bathroom into his bedroom, a towel around his waist. he was met with eunwoo sitting in their bed, paint tubes scattered on the duvet, with their laptop set up on moonbin's favourite show. he smiled at his beautiful boyfriend, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"what's all this?" moonbin asked, picking up a tube of blue paint and scanning the label.

eunwoo smirked at him, gesturing on the bed for him to lay down. he did so, laying down on the soft mattress, pressing the space bar on his laptop to play the show.

moonbin jumped a little when eunwoo climbed onto his back, straddling his hips. he felt a paintbrush on his skin, the soft bristles spreading the cold paint around. the weight of the boy on his back was comforting, the feeling of the brush tickling the tan boy's skin.

the room around them was dimly lit, with the fairy lights draping down on either sides of the bed, the warm pillows smelled of roses; the room itself smelling of vanilla incense.

this is what heaven is.