He was dreaming about porcelain like skin and the feeling of its soft texture. It had been soft like a newborn.

“Oh, I know this look,” Heechul announced and got both his flatmates' attention. “Yunho is in dreamland again, thinking about skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood and hair as black as ebony,” he said theatrically and made swooning motions.

“He doesn't have black hair. And he is not Snow White,” Yunho defended his one-night lover. Kyuhyun just chuckled at both their antics.

“Oh, and let us not forget about his little tramp stamp,” Heechul continued to rile Yunho. “The little butterfly.”

“It wasn't a butterfly either.”

“You said it were some kind of Latin numerals. Do you remember which numbers went down his back?” Kyuhyun asked very analytically. “Also, don't let Heechul bother you. You know, Yunho,” he chuckled at his little pun, “He is only jealous that you got some steamy hot while he has to wait until the end of the month to get some. He lives through you at the moment.”

“Hey!” Heechul protested but deliberately fell onto deaf ears.

“I know, but he is driving me crazy. It's already frustrating enough that I can't remember much of that night.” Yunho threw himself onto the sofa with a frustrated sigh.

“Well, if you could remember the tattoo on his back, and he would come from Gwangju and would walk around during summer, then the possibility to meet him again would be higher than it is now. Well, even now the possibility is going against zero, you know,” Kyuhyun retorted matter of factly.

“The possibility would be higher if you actually had asked for his name,” Heechul chimed in sarcastically.

“Don't you think I know that already? I wasn't in my right mind at that moment,” Yunho replied exhaustedly. “By the way, are you on PMS again or something? You definitely sound like it,” he mocked Heechul with a grin. It earned him a pillow thrown into his face as a reply.