souls don’t speak (and yet ours spoke fluently)
Description
He thinks he’s lovely in the way his hair is curled around the curve of his neck like fluffy frosting on a cake, the way his eyes have a golden flame in them that sparkles like sunlight on the ocean waves, the way he reminds Donghae of melted sugar and marshmallows, roasting over a campfire.
(It’s a well-known fact that Kyuhyun’s beautiful, but to Donghae, he’s so much more than that.)
Foreword
He thinks he’s lovely in the way his hair is curled around the curve of his neck like fluffy frosting on a cake, the way his eyes have a golden flame in them that sparkles like sunlight on the ocean waves, the way he reminds Donghae of melted sugar and marshmallows, roasting over a campfire.
(It’s a well-known fact that Kyuhyun’s beautiful, but to Donghae, he’s so much more than that.)
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Kyuhyun, Donghae, and their blooming love.
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