The suns warm rays came beaming through the cracks in the curtains, basking Taemin’s milky skin in a gentle glow as he turned his head slightly on the chest he was resting on. 

‘Will you still love me when i’m no longer young and beautiful?’ He hummed, voice low and soft in the quiet of the room. 

Taemin’s words made Minho stir slightly, his long fingers reaching out to gently comb through the younger boys hair as he leaned in to softly kiss a spot on his forehead. 

‘You will always be beautiful and I will always love you.’ He responded, his voice still carrying a hint of sleepyness.