His skin was beautiful: porcelain white, no hint of blemishes, the bluish veins visible under flawless skin. He runs his fingers lightly, skimming his features with the tip of his fingers, watching how those pretty eyes flutter shut, his long eyelashes shadowing his face in the dim light.

 

It was times like these that amazes Kim Jongin, times like these when he marvels at the depth of his feelings.

 

He sighs in content, reveling in the feel of those fingers against his skin. It had always been enough. One simple touch, one stolen look for the sparks to fly between them.

 

Luhan opens his eyes, gazing tenderly at Jongin and reaches a hand to caress his full lips with feather-like . 

 

"I love you."

 

Jongin places a soft kiss against the beat of his pulse in answer.

 

"And I you."