there is always hope in his eyes. there is always this sense of reassurance that lingers in his presence
and no matter the situation, no matter how rough things are, it comforts you.

it feels like safety.

he feels like safety. he feels like home and he feels like happiness.

“seokmin?’ 

hesitance lies in a quiet voice; he turns towards you and his head tilts slightly. his brows raise and his
lips curve into that ever knowing smile.

and you want to speak, but words catch in your throat and all you can do is stare at him. and you wonder how
this came to be. you wonder how you found someone so bright– someone who is the definition of youth itself.

of love and tranquility.

“thank you.”

he doesn’t understand. a hand cups his cheek and the confusion on his face does not go unnoticed.

“for what?”

you smile and let out a deep breath. a thumb ghosts over smooth skin.

“for just being.”