Blinded by Love. Blind AU.

“Changmin,” Ryeowook murmurs softly, thin fingers sliding across soft cotton bed sheets, before finding a forearm. His fingers skim up his boyfriend’s muscular arm, reaching up to play with his curly hair. He receives a sleepy hum in reply, his boyfriend shifting closer towards where Ryeowook is sitting on the bed.

Ryeowook smiles to himself, trying to imagine how cute Changmin must look. He can imagine his boyfriend all snuggled up in various blankets, curly hair in complete disarray from his afternoon nap and-

Suddenly Ryeowook frowns, because he can’t imagine Changmin’s face. At all. Even though they’ve been together for two years [and living together for about six months].

Ryeowook listens to the soft snores of his lover, before carefully moving his hand towards Changmin’s cheek. He brushes his knuckles against Changmin’s high cheekbone, following the gentle slope to his jawline, where he traces the defined jaw with his fingers. In his mind, Changmin’s face is still vague, but the picture is slowly becoming clearer.

His fingers glide across Changmin’s face to trace his sharp, straight nose. Ryeowook furrows his eyebrows, trying his best to memorize it all. He hesitates touching Changmin’s eyelids, his fingers hovering close enough to feel his boyfriend’s long lashes. However, Ryeowook decides not to disturb him –he’ll never hear the end of it, if he does. So, he retraces his boyfriend’s nose and cheeks, making his way down to his boyfriend’s lips.

He traces the outline of Changmin’s lips, before his fingers are suddenly bitten.

Ryeowook yelps at the bite, startled by the boisterous laugh that immediately follows after. He slaps Changmin’s chest for scaring him, laughing at him, and biting him.

 “Why are you molesting me in my sleep, Ryeowookie?” Changmin manages to ask between chuckles, pulling Ryeowook to lie down with him. To his surprise, Ryeowook complies rather easily, even moving closer to cuddle.

“Molesting? Who would molest you?” Ryeowook snorts at the accusation.

“Apparently, you do.”

“You wish I was.”

“Then what were you doing to me?”

 “I was trying to imagine what you look like,” Ryeowook admits, letting Changmin rest his head on his thin shoulder. His fingers immediately find their way to Changmin’s hair, playing with a stray lock.

Changmin hums in response, burrowing his face into Ryeowook’s neck.  “Did you imagine how handsome I am?”

And this time Ryeowook burst out laughing with a sarcastic, “I can imagine something alright.”

*If you guys didn’t know, Ryeowook is blind.