Hyukjae smiles. His lips pull up, revealing his gums in that adorable grin of his, and without even realizing it, you smile back. Nothing mattered at the moment; nothing, but his smile. The smile that made your heart beat at rapid rates, the smile that left you breathless. One look, and you knew that this was real. It wasn’t hard to fall under the impression that what you had was all a dream; how could such a perfect being exist? The way his hair falls, the way his eyes wrinkle when he laughs, the way he looks at you all the time: it was all too perfect. He looks down, cheeks tinted a light pink. You bite your lip to hold back your squeal, and suppress the urge to coo at him. Someone calls Hyukjae from outside, and he sighs. He gives your hand an apologetic squeeze before kissing the top of your head. You watch as he leaves, your eyes wandering down his backside. Your eyes linger for a moment, and you giggle when the door shuts behind him. Lee Hyukjae was simply flawless.

(A/N): I am totally Kyuhyun biased. Really.

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