Scribbles ; cold.
For vifzettamomo. <3
This came leisurely, at its own pace.
A short piece without any strong storyline. ^^;
~*~*~*
Hyesung hates warm weather. That is why he let the aircond on in his room, where Eric sneaks in more often than not to steal a slumber. There are mornings when Hyesung wakes up to find another lump of black hair beside him, the owner down with fatigue, dimpling the bed. Sometimes facing him, sometimes not, but always with a quiet calm, spelling of smiles that douse off any irritation Hyesung might want to start with the man. Other times he goes off as quiet as he has come, but the scribbled paper taped on the fridge marks his entry, usually with a signature clean sink if there are dishes not cleared the night before.
He guesses he would be missing him more than he has originally thought.
This came leisurely, at its own pace.
A short piece without any strong storyline. ^^;
~*~*~*
Hyesung hates warm weather. That is why he let the aircond on in his room, where Eric sneaks in more often than not to steal a slumber. There are mornings when Hyesung wakes up to find another lump of black hair beside him, the owner down with fatigue, dimpling the bed. Sometimes facing him, sometimes not, but always with a quiet calm, spelling of smiles that douse off any irritation Hyesung might want to start with the man. Other times he goes off as quiet as he has come, but the scribbled paper taped on the fridge marks his entry, usually with a signature clean sink if there are dishes not cleared the night before.
He guesses he would be missing him more than he has originally thought.