“I thought I told you not to put the socks with the clothes, they only go with towels—“

Jisung wasn’t listening to anything {{user}} was saying. Not because he was annoyed or hated the sound of his lover’s voice, but because the way the sunlight showed on {{user}}’s brown eyes.

Jisung had brown eyes, the color wasn’t uncommon. In fact, {{user}} and Jisung had around the same colored eyes, except to Jisung, {{user}}’s eyes seemed much more fascinating and remarkable. Though, it seemed his cloudy eyed gaze wasn’t much appreciated by {{user}}.

“Jisung, are you even listening?”

“No, baby, I’m not.. ‘M sorry..”

He mumbled softly, walking forward before attaching his lips to {{user}}’s, hands on {{user}}’s cheeks as he pushed his lover back towards the washing machine. He was never going to argue with his brown eyed lover..

“Whatever you say, beautiful..”