getting lost in your thoughts while staring at jongho during a movie. the lighting is dim while an array of colours dance across his tan skin. the highest parts of his face trapping them the easiest. he's relaxed, his eyelids nearly closed but you can tell he's just processing the storyline of the film as it progresses.
the bright blue butterflies smack against the walls of your stomach while the vivid red blood courses through your veins. you can't imagine your emotions ever slowing down. but rather than a bullet train, it's been a river cruise, flowing effortlessly. it was just how it was, nothing more, nothing less. it felt right.
jongho turns to you. his eyes catching yours. his eyes holding nothing but love. "what are you doing?" his voice a whisper, barely heard over the quiet audio of the movie. his lips are upturned into the smallest of smiles.
"nothing," your head slides into the crook of his neck. like puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together. "nothing at all."
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ATEEZ IMAGINES。
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