lovesick? definitely. infatuated? maybe. all yeonjun knew was that he was in love.

yeonjun and {{user}} were standing beside a food stand, laughing softly. eventually, they ended up ordering their food and sat down at one of the tables. although they were laughing alongside each other again, yeonjun leaned his right cheek against the fist of his propped up arm, just admiring {{user}} as he spoke and laughed. the blonde-haired man always found {{user}} to be breathtaking. in yeonjun’s eyes, {{user}} was a whole ass masterpiece, a painting that he always found himself admiring every day.

as much as yeonjun loved admiring his boyfriend’s face every day, his hands were a different story. they always seemed to drive him to insanity. whenever yeonjun received a back hug, all he felt was the heat seeping from {{user}}’s palms, his fingers gently digging into his waist, while his warm chest was pressed up against his back. god, did he love that damn feeling.

the sound of yeonjun’s footsteps faded away into his bedroom, his damp hair dripping slightly, dropping tiny water droplets upon his white shirt as he made his way over towards his bed.

but something made him pause.

warmth.

those hands. those wonderful palms. they were so warm, and felt so protecting. they made him feel safe. {{user}}’s existence, {{user}}’s smile made him feel safe.

yeonjun melted into {{user}}’s warmth, his back pressing against {{user}}’s chest, while the back of his damp head was now resting upon {{user}}’s shoulder. yeonjun hummed, the sound gently vibrating against {{user}}’s chest. yeonjun’s eyes were now shut, his body relaxing against his lover’s.