01. sungjin;

sometimes you think he’s a mind-reader because he’s always moving, doing things, giving things, usually before you even know you were in need of it. it’s not far from the truth, just nothing misses under the watchful scrutiny, a gaze that once it had landed on you, never really leaves.

you catch him today as you two wander the small museum that just opened, clad in his oversized sweater over boyfriend jeans and palming a cup of hot coffee as it drizzles outside the decorated walls. you chance a glance up from the glass case that houses reflective plates to see him watching you across the abandoned display between you, both warmly invasive and familiarly vulnerable. like peeking into those glimmering pupils and not being sure if you’re looking out or in.

but then he pulls into a smile and you’re so lost in the languages those dark eyes speak.

(all you can think of is how, even in a room full of art, he’s still only looking at you.)

02. jae;

he has no beginning nor end, just stretches of laughter, smiles, warmth. limitless and  perpetual.

yet the pauses, like the small instances before he speaks or breathes, are where you love to insert yourself. he chirps in surprise the first few times but soon he’s silent as he accepts it all. the pattern of words, touches, or kisses tapping out a code that only you two understand.

today, you’re lying on his chest as a movie plays, not really paying attention. but he doesn’t move, not even when the film runs itself dry into silence, choosing instead to hum in the absence, sending shivers through your connected bodies. and your eyelids flutter as his pulse plays hide and seek beneath your skin.

(he tells you with a shortness of breath about the infinite but you already know it all because of him.)

03. young k;

before him, everything is always a decrescendo — the more you taste, the more you consume, the less new it is on your tongue. but that was before him, and he teaches you how to never get tired of the flavors of the world. how to swallow the stars an