Ashrain

The boy in this particular bush wasn't Wooyoung. And he was unlike any other boy in any other bush Hongjoong would have foreseen.

He had lips red as the rose, blossoming in his face to stand out and gather all of Hongjoong's attention. Their shape was full and pouty underneath his closed eyes, like an inviting gem to seize from a vacant surface.

His hair was black as ebony as it spilt over his shoulders and naked chest. The strands were damp, as if he had bathed not too long ago, and stuck to the forest floor under his side.

The skin of his body was white as snow. It enticed to touch, to leave marks on the spread of a blank canvas that was so pale it seemed luminous in the dark spread of the forest.

His hooves were caked with mud and direly needed a cut.

His hooves...

The boy in the bush had hooves.