mark is darkness in its most comforting form known to lovesick souls; he is a song played at 4am, the reflection of stars in the calmest waters, the innocent intimacy of hands that fit together perfectly like they were made for each other. his kisses are soft on your skin, carving a gentle lover's melody - tonight too, you are safe in my arms

haechan's skin shines like sapphires underneath the moonlight glow on a silent night - his voice and the whispers of the ocean are the only sounds to be heard as your heartbeat dances along to the rhythms of his own

seven best friends that feel like the sun on a calm summer day, or like the rainbow after a rainstorm? together forever as if destiny has placed her hands upon them and wished for their happiness

"dance with me" he says, and you think you might fall in love all over again

you catch the way sunlight bounces off of haechan's skin and pools in his palms that hold you with upmost devotion. the golden boy showers you with warmth and softness like you've never seen - surely he's softer than the rays of light themselves. an angelic graze or the dance of his lips on your skin? every little touch brings you back to an idyllic summer sunset

can you hold me tight like it's my last day on earth and you may never find a soul quite like mine in any other lifetime?