why did I call you angel..
Why did I call you angel..
"Angel.." husky low voice breathed as hands run smoothly, wrapping the small waist of the angel who stood on the balcony.
A smile curved on that porcelain beauty. "Good morning, YoonHo yah.." he rested his head on the warm chest of the other as he felt a kiss on his shoulder.
Sun starts to climbs up the hill as its ray kissing the fair skin of the beauty.
"Beautiful, isn't it..?" he flatters the sunrise.
"Not as much as you are, Jae.." one of the long tanned arm moves upward, holding the beauty on his shoulder, breathed such compliment.
"Sweet talker-" the beauty giggles but soon cut by the other as he was forced to face the other.
"I'm not.." YoonHo frowned at the statement. His fingers brushed the flawless cheek which now get a crimson shade, contrast to its fairness, creamy color.
"You did it again-" the angel frowns but was cut again as an index finger landed on those pouty lips.
"Sussh.." in no minutes YoonHo pulls his angel into fiery kiss. As deep as he can, tongue exploring the warmth of his angel's cavity. Dominating the smaller in his arms.
Till they need more supply of oxygen.The angel pulls away but ignored by the other. "I...can't..Yun-" the angel hardly can speaks while YoonHo seems doesn't want to end it.
"S-stop it YoonHo..!!" the angel finally can breathes easily after using all his power left to broke their kiss.
"I'm sorry angel..you're just..so tempting.." YoonHo smiled his white teeth out.
"YoonHo, I'm no woman..! Don't treat me like one.."
"I'm not.."
"Beautiful supposed to be for women or things, or scenery isn't it..?"
"It isn't..I ever heard beautiful man..and you're one.." YoonHo led his angel towards the living room, sit on the couch.
"YoonHo.."
"Hm..?"
"Why did you call me angel..?"
"Why you say..?"
"Because you are..an angel to me.."
"That's not the answer right..?"
"I'll tell you..someday.."
Why did I call you angel..
The first time I saw you, your wings broken.
You've lock yourself from sincereness as if you're afraid of being hurt again.
But when you take my hand, your pale visage radiant a smile of happiness.
Your wings embrace me as your heart captured me.
That's what you are for me..
My love angel..
a/n: just random so sorry if you're confused..
"Angel.." husky low voice breathed as hands run smoothly, wrapping the small waist of the angel who stood on the balcony.
A smile curved on that porcelain beauty. "Good morning, YoonHo yah.." he rested his head on the warm chest of the other as he felt a kiss on his shoulder.
Sun starts to climbs up the hill as its ray kissing the fair skin of the beauty.
"Beautiful, isn't it..?" he flatters the sunrise.
"Not as much as you are, Jae.." one of the long tanned arm moves upward, holding the beauty on his shoulder, breathed such compliment.
"Sweet talker-" the beauty giggles but soon cut by the other as he was forced to face the other.
"I'm not.." YoonHo frowned at the statement. His fingers brushed the flawless cheek which now get a crimson shade, contrast to its fairness, creamy color.
"You did it again-" the angel frowns but was cut again as an index finger landed on those pouty lips.
"Sussh.." in no minutes YoonHo pulls his angel into fiery kiss. As deep as he can, tongue exploring the warmth of his angel's cavity. Dominating the smaller in his arms.
Till they need more supply of oxygen.The angel pulls away but ignored by the other. "I...can't..Yun-" the angel hardly can speaks while YoonHo seems doesn't want to end it.
"S-stop it YoonHo..!!" the angel finally can breathes easily after using all his power left to broke their kiss.
"I'm sorry angel..you're just..so tempting.." YoonHo smiled his white teeth out.
"YoonHo, I'm no woman..! Don't treat me like one.."
"I'm not.."
"Beautiful supposed to be for women or things, or scenery isn't it..?"
"It isn't..I ever heard beautiful man..and you're one.." YoonHo led his angel towards the living room, sit on the couch.
"YoonHo.."
"Hm..?"
"Why did you call me angel..?"
"Why you say..?"
"Because you are..an angel to me.."
"That's not the answer right..?"
"I'll tell you..someday.."
Why did I call you angel..
The first time I saw you, your wings broken.
You've lock yourself from sincereness as if you're afraid of being hurt again.
But when you take my hand, your pale visage radiant a smile of happiness.
Your wings embrace me as your heart captured me.
That's what you are for me..
My love angel..
a/n: just random so sorry if you're confused..