Johnny stared at the figure in front of him.

His roommate, Taeyong, was sleeping soundly with his features as soft as cotton and the golden dim light made his face pure and beauty exposed to lay sight. Surrounded by the lily sheets, a pillow was tugged inside his neck, parting his lips slightly.

Johnny has been staring at him for a quite long time now, he hoped it was not that creepy to think but he just could not resist. He extended his free arm. Gently, he placed his hand above the lulled boy. Heel at the cheek, palm at his ear, his hair brushing his fingertips and his thumb admiring his scar.

Johnny got surprised at first to see Taeyong's eyes fluttered open, but later, he smiled with the man he wished he was beside always.