My angel.
Mine.
Kyungsoo wakes up to light filtering through gauzy white curtains and stray feathers floating in the air. One lands on his nose and he laughs. The perfect view of the vaulted ceiling above him is suddenly obscured by a pair of twinkling eyes and a mischievous grin.
“Good morning,” Jongin smiles down at him.
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