Megashort Hyperfluff BangHim
He really was the most beautiful when he was asleep.
Okay, that wasn’t completely true. He was the most beautiful when he smiled, or sang, or danced, or laughed, or cried, or got angry or… breathed. He was always beautiful.
Yongguk smiled and sighed happily as he gently stroked the hair from Himchan’s face, just watching him. It didn’t take the other very long to pass out - he usually did just moments after climax. Yongguk himself was tired as well, but there was no way he could miss this. It was weird, but he viewed it as some form of trust. Most people wouldn’t lie naked and asleep beside someone, completely defenseless unless they knew the other wouldn’t hurt him. And he’d never even dream of hurting Himchan. His Himchan. Even with the smeared makeup and bruised lips, the pink marks on his collarbone that showed the world to whom he belonged, Yongguk couldn’t see him as anything other than flawless. Perfection.
He moved down on the bed and wrapped around the other’s torso and tried to figure out where to put the arm between them before snaking it around Himchan’s neck and cradling him against his body. Yeah, it was an overly sentimental act but he didn’t care. It was the two of them here, and he was going to take advantage of the time they had together, even though the ulzzang was unconscious. He loved this beautiful, perfect, flawless creature more than words could say.
Of course, he’d never tell him that.