Knocking on heaven's door
Beautiful eyes
Daehyun wakes to the chirping of birds.
Sunlight-- warm and inviting-- filters through the thick scaffolding of trees, and Daehyun stretches lazily, his action akin to a feline’s- extending an arm drowsily to shield his eyes from the sudden burst of light.
He gasps.
His fingers are whole- strong and healthy and capable- he moves them tentatively, flexing the joints of his ring finger and thumb several times to make sure this isn’t a dream.
Then, he frowns and retracts his hand. Of course his hand would be normal, like any other person’s. Why on earth would he have thought otherwise?
He decides to shrug off his brief moment of confusion, opting instead to heave himself into a sitting position, hands groping at the lush, green grass. Wrinkling his nose, Daehyun takes in his surroundings with a sense of wonder.
The clearing of the forest is filled with life, bubbling with joy and youth. Songbirds scatter among the trees, offering serenades and symphonies to the astonished male, still wildly attempting to grasp at his current situation. The sky shines a bright blue, fluffy clouds occasionally adorning the blues with bits of white. The fresh grass prickles slightly at Daehyun’s palms, and for a moment he closes his eyes, breathing in the wonderful scent of nature and home.
A gentle voice interupts his reverie.
“Care if I join you?”
Daehyun looks up to see the most mesmerizing pair of dark eyes gazing intently at him. They are a peculiar shade of brown, he muses. Dark enough such that he could barely make out the pupils, yet as the newcomer tilts his head and light catches on his orbs, Daehyun sees flickers of violet and specks of gold shimmering in the depths of his eyes.
“You have beautiful eyes,” he whispers, before clamping a hand over his mouth in horrification. “Wait- no- I didn’t mean that in a weird way, I mean- um- yeah. I mean. Sorry!” he coughs, and amusement makes its way into those captivating shades of chocolate brown and purple. “Let me start again. I’m Jung Daehyun, and it’s nice to meet you…?” he trails off, unsure of what to say.
“It’s Youngjae,” the raven haired male replies, smiling warmly, “and it’s a pleasure. Would you like to join me on a walk around this heavenly clearing?” His voice- velvety and soft- send tingles straight down Daehyun’s spine.
“Yeah- that would be lovely- I mean- yeah, sure!” he stumbles over his words, earning a little musical chuckle from Youngjae, who proceeds to reach out to pull the taller to his feet.
Youngjae drapes an arm easily over the taller, taking no notice at the little involuntary shiver he receives. “Shall we?”
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