✈.007 tracing constellations; drabble
tracing constellations
pg; 200 words
after the world goes to sleep, wooyoung always lies awake beside a slumbering chansung and runs his fingers along the smooth skin. in the dark he can just barely make out the small blemishes and little freckles and he connects the dots in a laziness that comes from breathing in time with someone you love in the middle of the night.
he thinks of the little freckles as stars and he fills in constellations as though chansung's back is a universe, created just for him. chansung's breath hitches as wooyoung runs over a ticklish spot. with a smile, he kisses his shoulder and wraps his arms around his waist, falling asleep with a universe stretched across the canvas of the young magnae's back.
in the morning chansung wakes up and prods him with a sharp finger. "were you drawing on me last night?"
wooyoung suppressed the smile on his lips and then playfully pushed chansung off his bed. "don't be silly, i'm not that sort of person."
chansung grunted as he hit the floor and threw the blankets that came down with him in wooyoung's face. "if you say so," he stilled at the bedroom door. "it felt good, though."
pg; 200 words
after the world goes to sleep, wooyoung always lies awake beside a slumbering chansung and runs his fingers along the smooth skin. in the dark he can just barely make out the small blemishes and little freckles and he connects the dots in a laziness that comes from breathing in time with someone you love in the middle of the night.
he thinks of the little freckles as stars and he fills in constellations as though chansung's back is a universe, created just for him. chansung's breath hitches as wooyoung runs over a ticklish spot. with a smile, he kisses his shoulder and wraps his arms around his waist, falling asleep with a universe stretched across the canvas of the young magnae's back.
in the morning chansung wakes up and prods him with a sharp finger. "were you drawing on me last night?"
wooyoung suppressed the smile on his lips and then playfully pushed chansung off his bed. "don't be silly, i'm not that sort of person."
chansung grunted as he hit the floor and threw the blankets that came down with him in wooyoung's face. "if you say so," he stilled at the bedroom door. "it felt good, though."