jeongguk shuffles to his seat next to him. he can't figure out why jeongguk fascinates him so.
'must be his eyes,'
he thinks.
he curses those chocolate orbs, who seem to glow with warmth harnessed from the sun itself.
he curses the pale, smooth skin, sprinkled with a few moles.
he wants to mark it.
he just does.
he wants jeongguk to want his marks.
his,
and his alone.
