AN: Hi guys. This isn't the official ending of the fic. Since the contest is ending in a few days and it'd be impossible for me to actually finish it, I decided to mark this chap as the last one until the judging finishes. Right after that, I'll be picking the story up where I left it.

Because of this, for now expect a sweet 'ending' xD Hope you'll like it and hope to see you once the contest is off ^^

Jonghyun let an affectionate smile dance on his lips as he glanced at his peaceful lover in his arms. Kibum looked so beautiful right now: his hair was shining in the faint sunlight, his pale skin almost glowing as it reflected the soft rays that caressed his skin ever so lightly.

He was smiling softly as well, the gentle curl of his lips radiating happiness and love.

Such a serene sight was what the elder wanted to wake up every day for the rest of his life. He couldn't even express how much he loved the feeling of the frail boy in his arms, snuggling closer to him now and then. At those time, Jonghyun would gently rub his back, his fingers barely brushing the small sliver of exposed skin on his shoulders. He loved to hold, to touch, to love the boy.

Even he didn't know why. He couldn't even remember how he had fallen for him, or how long he had been enticed by this shockingly beautiful boy he was given the pleasure to call his. But he didn't really care. What mattered was that Kibum, the tiny, breathtaking blonde was his, and no one else's.

Jonghyun chuckled quietly at his own possessiveness. He had never treasured anyone like this before but his lover was different.

Kibum was gorgeous. Maybe some people thought otherwise as the frail boy was too skinny, his ribs poking out here and there, even through his clothes, yet Jonghyun adored his body.

Some would have laughed  at Jonghyun, saying he was a fool for thinking that such a boy held beauty, for Kibum's hair was now thin, much thinner than before yet the soft strands still held a shine, one that never seemed to fade.

Others would have found faults in the boy's pale skin. It held tiny cuts and bruises everywhere as he bruised more easily than others, the sickly whiteness of it only helping to show off the marks... But Jonghyun loved to gently teach each bruise and cut, he loved to kiss all of them, no matter where they were or why they were there. They were fading, and even if they were by no means pretty, they were part of Kibum. So what if the boy got hurt easi