‘do i know you?’
fingers fabricated by the mind traced lips: soft, untouchable. gliding to creamy cheeks, eyelashes plush as velvet.
‘do i know you?’
the one, the one he had been looking for -- how many years? -- millennia. the sight itself was causing his brain to tremble, thoughts were sending his vacant soul soaring; to plummet back down with a heavy, unearthly thud.
how ugly.
the voice was still going unheard, he wasn’t listening for words, he was watching for beauty. he heard it the third time.
‘do i know you?’
‘no,’ hongbin replied: pink lips curved into a knowing smirk, red tongue visible for only an instant -- tracing glistening sharp canines. daring eyes stared without concern at milky skin: he could see the blood pulsing through thick, healthy veins. ‘soon, though. you’ll know me soon -- taekwoon.’
delicious.
