RUN | HYUNSUNG ✔️

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when hyunjin came home, there was a small box on his pillow, his name on it to ensure he knew it was for him.

he sat down, picking it up and lifting the top off of it.

a small gasp left his mouth when he saw it, putting down the lid and hooking his fingers under it so he could lift it.

it was thin necklace with a small butterfly dangling at the bottom, silver and so unbelievable pretty.

he almost cried, maybe he even did a little.

when he put the box down and he held the butterfly up to see it close; a few tears made his cheeks shine.

even if he wasn't a very materialistic person, the fact that it was probably from jisung and the younger must've put a lot of thought behind it meant a lot to him.

so he was extremely careful as he put it on, the butterfly disappearing behind his v-neck as a little secret.

and he wanted to see it, stripping himself from his shirt and looking in the mirror.

it made his body look softer, his skin seem smoother. he leaned back slightly, watching the butterfly move on his chest and how his tummy stretched the further he leaned.

he smiled, tilting his head forward a little in contrast and raising one of his hands to the butterfly, knowing it would become a habit.

the handle of the door lowered and he felt nervous for who it was before he saw jisung step through.

hyunjin let go of the necklace, leaning back and supporting himself on both of his hands as he showed himself off to jisung.

''do you like it?'' jisung asked. ''i saw it and it made me think of you, i couldn't stop myself from buying it.''

''i love it,'' he replied, more breathless than he'd expected. ''it's- it's perfect.''

jisung smiled softly, sauntering over and stopping in front of him, running his fingers over the part of his chest where he would be interrupted by the chain along his way.

''you look so beautiful,'' the younger praised, genuine as he always was. ''your skin,,,''

hyunjin pouted, insecure when his old friends always used filters to make him whiter. (i'm coming for your asses fansites) ''is it too dark?''

''no, god no,'' jisung immediately denied, picking up to butterfly to run his fingers over it's design. ''it's like the sweetest honey, the silver makes it even prettier.''

''don't eat me,'' hyunjin joked, trying to mask his feelings with humour. ''it wouldn't be very legal.''

''i will eat you, prince,'' the younger smiled, leaning closer and deepening his voice so it sounded rougher. ''but you'll love every second of it.''

hyunjin shivered, goosebumps raising on his skin and his nipples perking slightly. (wtf did i write???) ''i got new socks!'' he blurted out.

jisung laughed at how cute his shyness was, nodding. ''show me, then.''

the older nodded, reaching for his bag and taking out the cute socks.

of course they were thigh highs; he wouldn't have told him otherwise.

and they were certainly different from the striped ones he had, certainly.

because these were some type of silk, almost see-through white all the way and then two pretty white bows on the top part.

''they will match better with the white panties!'' hyunjin exclaimed, jisung fond of how excited he always seemed to get at the thought of looking pretty.

''do you want to play, hm?'' jisung asked, having thoughts about the boy all through the two of his lectures. ''master couldn't stop thinking about you.''

hyunjin giggled softly, reaching to the button of his pants and looking up at jisung. ''don't look!! wanna be pretty first.''

jisung laughed, brushing a thumb over his cheek and turning around. ''i won't look unless you tell me to.''

soft giggles and other small sounds kept going behind him for a little while, jisung almost getting too impatient when he just wanted to see his baby.

there was a soft tap on his shoulder. ''master can look now, 'm done.''

he turned around, not even having to fake his gasp as he looked at hyunjin.

for the boy was wearing the thigh highs, panties and necklace as he had been expecting; but he added a thin robe that was almost identical to his socks.

most importantly, however, was the halo nestled into his hair, contrasting around the dark.

the contrast of colours in general was breathtaking, the white against caramel.

hyunjin sat patiently, waiting for a response and shifting a little when he didn't get one.

and then jisung bit his bottom lip, tears on his eyes just from the sheer beauty. ''please let me take a picture.''

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can you tell i love hyunjin's skin hhh