The Photographer [Taejin]

34 밤 시간 회담 (Night Time Talks)

Kim Seokjin was feeling really, really comfortable. It was the first time in a while that he felt this warm and comfy while sleeping. His head felt as if it was flying and his body just wanted to snuggle against whatever it was that was giving him this feeling of safety and warmth.

He was still in that thin line between being unconscious and awake, where dreams seem real but you can start to notice it isn't and change bits with your own imagination. He dreamt that he was in a café with many people and nobody took his order. It annoyed him so much. When they did notice him standing there, they gave him Nesquik. Dream Jin frowned.

So he decided to change it.

Because he liked and wanted delicious Cacaolat milk chocolate instead of Nesquik.

So the yellow bottled drink changed into his favorite one and it made Jin realize that he was dreaming.

After that, the dream and the beautiful cafeteria started to dissipate from the edges of his mind, he kept noticing things from the real world.

Like the fingers that were carding between his hair, untangling the knots while massaging his scalp. It felt nice. Almost i-would-purr-if-i-could nice.

Also, he kept noticing some other movements on his body. Like the little pressure on his hip. Fingers that were drawing circles, unmoving from that area. Unstoppable and relaxing.

This, made Kim Seokjin forget about the nice chocolate milk on his hand and open his eyes, clearly confused by where he was and with whom he was.

First, he saw darkness.

Utter and complete darkness.

So he stood up from the comfortable pillow he was leaning his cheek on and hit something pointed that hurt.

"Ouch!" A deep voice groaned from above.

A voice that he started to recognize well enough, even in utter darkness.

Also, the voice which belonged to the man whose thigh on which he was sleeping and whose hand was still on his hips, unmoving.

"W-what were you doing?" Asked Seokjin, sleep heavy on his voice. "Why is everything engulfed in darkness?"

The hand, Jin noticed, was still there.

The model rolled his eyes, patiently waiting for it to leave his hip.

A heavyweight and warmth on his hip that he decided to pick up, to set it aside. But not before noticing how warm it felt against his cold hands.

And how long were his fingers?

Even more, he felt the way his veins protruded from his skin and felt really nice between Jin's palms.

Although the darkness, Kim Seokjin noticed that Kim Taehyung had manly hands. Pianist fingers, long and thin. He... had hands that were perfect to hold and feel.