Instead of talking, Taekwoon read.

And it possessed him even when he was being ed into the mattress, with people's heavy breath sending chills down his spine. 

The book read.

How people adored the shy look of their blushing lover under them.

How people loved every single moan coming out of their lover's lips.

How people found their lover's eyes, full of lust, enchanting.

How people were fascinated by the arch of their lover's back with each move.

How people were given shiver when their lover's  trembled out their names.

Reality wasn't always like books. Or totally wasn't like books. To Taekwoon.

How he was caught into couples' jealous or make up .

How they ed him with their eyes sticked on the other's body.

How Taekwoon became a piece of nothing.

How people didn't care about anything except for his existence, a mere toy's existence.

He saw those red cheeks on Jaehwan's face when the couple talked about their last night.

Sated, fulfilled.

Taekwoon knew, he himself looked nonchalant.

Like the type to just go with the flow and didn't care about anything.

About how involved he would be.

How loved he must be.

Sighing was the only way, for him to show craving.

He wanted to satisfy others.

He wanted to know the feeling of others enjoying his breath, scent, his endeavour.

He tried, tried and tried.

A single praise was a luxurious idea to him.

So he was, persuaded.

Maybe he wasn't born to be the main character.

He would never be.

He found himself stupid for his aching heart and puffy eyes after nights of dealing with his own acceptance.

To matter, was a foreign conception to Taekwoon.

So when Sanghyuk came to his life, drowning him in compliment, his heart could not keep the stable beat.

And it could not keep a beat for itself after he found out how Sanghyuk treated others the same.

The younger's caring kiss on his forehead.

The feeling lingered for weeks.

Taekwoon's lowered head and saddened facade.

Stayed for months.

He thanked him for the love.

Denied for weeks.

But gave it a try after.

Taekwoon was scared, with no knowledge of dating, or how to deal with his feelings ready to explode.

How to stop his quiver when Sanghyuk's body was near him.

So he was taught, with Sanghyuk's chuckle and playful lessons.

Night by night he still questioned Sanghyuk with coyness.

Replied, with the word endearing, and a smile.

Also a kiss on the forehead like always.

Not to be forgot, a tightened hug and a hand running through his hair with love.

A/N: I can't write fluff for one sec because of all the down mood covering my eyes.. Sorry for the ty drabble haha again a work after frustration