You Can't Cover Up My Heart

- Hyunjin wraps himself in everything that is Jisung and it's seamless. So much like the vine that snakes around Hyunjin's wrist that Jisung avoids covering, the faded maple tree that crawls over the firm skin of his bicep, the setting sun in the dip of his thumb, so similar is the way they fit together: as if one was never without the other. Not perfect; always a little torn at the stitches because that's the way humans are: imperfect, malleable. Breakable. Still, Hyunjin can't imagine his skin without the ink pressed deep into it, and he can't imagine his heart without a home for Jisung carved out into its corners. No amount of brightening concealer or long-wear foundation can cover that kind of endlessness. Jisung would never try to cover it. Hyunjin would never let it be covered.

(Or: Hyunjin is a model who frequently shows up to shoots with new tattoos so his makeup artist, Jisung, has to spend more time covering them up. That was the prompt, anyway.)