Wonshik thinks Hakyeon is very beautiful.

But not in the conventional way. 

His expanse of skin, for instance, it is so wonderfully golden, dark and gorgeous, perfect for his teeth to latch on and his lips to roam all over it.

Hakyeon's hair is so incredibly soft, his fingers burying in rich tresses when they make love, tangling in silky locks and pulling gently at it. 

His lips, they are always glossy and red and enticing, and Wonshik feels just a little bad he ravishes them and leaves them bitten and stained a rubescent shade. 

His cheeks, they are smooth and soft and attractively tinted red whenever Wonshik whispers tease in his ears and provokes him relentlessly until he snaps and his pretty cheeks flare in mock annoyance and Wonshik feels his heart soar.

His eyes are what Wonshik loves and detests the most at him. They are like a blackhole, him in and trapping him in a world of extraordinary beauty that he isn't accustomed to. They hold within a magnificent twinkle that Wonshik is irresistibly pulled to. 

Hakyeon is fire and fierceness and passion and it overwhelms Wonshik in the most of relishable ways. 

He's drowning in Hakyeon, inundating himself with his warmth.

He's suffocating, but the breathlessness makes him feel paradoxically alive. 

Hakyeon is very beautiful, but not in the conventional way

and his love for him is boundless.