you ever feel alone and the
glare makes me hard to find, just know that I’m always parallel
on the other side. Two reflections into one. Cause it’s like
you’re my mirror. My mirror staring back at me.
Jongin gulps, tearing his eyes away from Kyungsoo’s milky neck and the dark tattoo that goes from behind his ear, disappearing into his shirt.
"Wanna touch?” Kyungsoo asks, his voice only a notch above a whisper.
“W-what?” The younger stutters.
Kyungsoo shuffles closer, “I asked you if you wanted to touch it.” He cocks an eyebrow at the younger.
"Oh. Yes!” And with that, Jongin raises a shaky hand.
When Jongin’s fingertips touche his neck, his breath hitches. Jongin traces the tattoo up and down. He carcasses it with his thumb.
And their eyes lock. Kyungsoo looks away, feeling his cheeks heating up.
The older looks at Jongin, feeling hummingbirds in his heart upon hearing the sweet nickname.
"Can I kiss it?” Jongin’s eyes are darker than usual.
The doey-eyed boy pauses and this time he’s the one stuttering, “y-you want to- uh, sure? I mean-” he doesn’t have time to curse himself for spluttering nonsense because suddenly Jongin’s soft lips make contact with his neck, and kyungsoo gasps.
His lips kiss, nibble and bite.
Kyungsoo is all gasps, sighs and blushes.
"Tattoos look really good on you, hyung.“ He murmurs against his neck. Kyungsoo closes his eyes.