"Seonghwa's voice echoed Hongjoong's brain, from striking the soft strings of his heart to breaking the dam of his eyes into shedding sweet little shiny salt droplets. Hongjoong couldn't believe it was all for him." Jongho's deep yet high voice lingered Wooyoung's ears while they sat late at night at the same place near the white roses. The soft moonlight lightens the little space filled with fragrant petals while they enjoy their small story session.

Wooyoung had been up and all ready to sleep in his bed when he heard the voice of a familiar man whisper-shouting from downstairs. He immediately recognised it to be Jongho as he carefully went downstairs. When he reached downstairs however, a small mischief lightened up in his head as he said with a fake scared voice, stuttering. "W-who?"

Jongho furrowed his eyebrows a little before muttering with a chuckle, "Woo, it's me Jongho." Jongho announced his identity while waiting for Wooyoung to react to it and let him in. Wooyoung however, threw another question in return. "Jongho? Who Jongho? I don't know anyone by that name..." Wooyoung smiled internally as he wondered what Jongho's face looked like and how was his reaction right now. "Wait- How do you know my name?! Are you a stalker?!" Wooyoung added fuel to his acting's fire as he heard Jongho. "Wooyoung, it's me Jongho. Choi Jongho? The man who comes here everyday!" Jongho panicked, wondering why is Wooyoung acting like he doesn't recognise him until he heard muffled laughter from behind the glass door of the shop.

"You're cute Jongho. I was just teasing you hehe." Jongho watched Wooyoung laugh for the next ten minutes even after he was let in after he realised what was going on. He had a frown at his face at first but as he watched Wooyoung throw his head back in laughter under the moonlight's illumination, he couldn't help but smile a little. Wooyoung looked...ethereal. He always did. The way his eyes shined and his giggles sounded like music at this hour.

"Why are you here so late though?" Now Wooyoung asked, after his laughing session was disturbed by this sudden thought. Jongho bit his lip in embarrassment as he muttered. "Well, i couldn't come early and i wanted to narrate the book further for you. I know it's a wrong timing but...i missed you." Jongho looked around shyly as if Wooyoung could see him all red from the cheeks upto his ears.

And this is how they ended up seated here, under the light of the moon. Wooyoung had suggested switching on the lights for Jongho but Jongho denied saying it was enough bright tonight as the moon shined way more. He left another reason unsaid, about how Wooyoung looked way more beautiful cause of the moonlight. That could...wait.

Jongho could go on and on all day praising Wooyoung and his pure beauty, not just external but internal. How the small and almost unrecognisable curve to the bridge of his nose attracts him, how his smile that's no less than the beautiful white roses of his shop attracted him, how his eyes radiated a different light as beautiful as the moon, how his hair looked as soft and beautiful as the Sakura flowers, how his whole face looked like a beautiful painting of the moon. And how the small mole under his left eye looked like the prize given to his beauty just like the big spot on the moon.

Wooyoung's high pitched laugh to his hushed giggles at this hour, Wooyoung's beautiful way of choosing those flowers to his way of thanking his customers for coming to his wonderland. Jongho couldn't stop but realise how much he had fallen for the man in front of him. He is still staring at him and watching him smile as he listened to Hongjoong and Seonghwa's story. Suddenly, Wooyoung muttered something though.

"Jongho, can I ask you something?" Wooyoung questioned softly. Jongho lowered the book from his hands and placed it on the table before humming slightly. "C-Can I...touch your face?" His eyes widened, slightly taken aback by the request. Jongho wasn't ready for that...

A few minutes of silence before Jongho muttered a small "Sure, but why...?" He wasn't really able to comprehend that sudden wish but why? Didn't he like Wooyoung? It wasn't a big deal right? "Um...I always wondered you must be really handsome, right?" Wooyoung muttered back with a small curl of his lips. Jongho chuckled at that softly, blushing along. "Not really-" "That's for me to decide." Wooyoung cut in. Jongho just sat silently wondering why Wooyoung was so cute abd beautiful yet again. All these thoughts however, faded away in a sprinkle of flower petals as Jongho felt the soft velvety fingers of Wooyoung roam his cheeks. They were...so soft. Like feathers from an angle's back falling on his head.

Wooyoung handled his face so gently as if he were holding a baby in his arms. The soft strands of hair ghosting above Jongho's smooth forehead, playing around in the delicate touches of Wooyoung's fingers had Jongho almost feel butterflies in his tummy. The way those finger pads trailed down to have a greet with his nose, Wooyoung seemed to smile softly at that. Jongho continued staring at his beautiful eyes, the way they stared at nothing but laughed at the smallest details of his face. When Wooyoung's hands started exploring his eyes, Jongho immediately closed them shut, giving Wooyoung a chance to feel those long eyelashes.

A small smile dancing on Jongho's face, Wooyoung could feel it when his hands finally met their way to his lips. However, the smile faded away as Wooyoung realised what feature of his face it was, his fingers staying over them longer than the other features. It was as if in the midest of his moonlit night, time had stopped. Only the rustling of the flowers and their breaths could be heard. A sudden movement and Wooyoung felt soft but bigger hands holding his own, slowly removing them from Jongho's face as the presence of someone ghosted above his face with the heat of someone's breath.

The way he could feel someone just inches apart from him yet he didn't move or protest. The way he trusted himself upon the other without any worries. Waiting for any movement, Wooyoung closed his eyes. Not that it made any difference for him. The way those lips settled themselves upon his and sparked that fire to return it with same passion in him. Jongho felt he was tasting some sort of rose flavoured candy, Wooyoung's lips held the same softness, the same taste. Moving his hands to cup Wooyoung's cheek and softly trace his thumb over his mole, Jongho moved closer to move his lips above the blind beauty's.

The kiss held nothing less or more than pure love, which somehow was still unsaid between them. Softly moving their lips against each other, Wooyoung placed his hand under Jongho's chin, the last feature of his face left to be felt. It was small compared to his round chubby cheeks. Slowly after a few seconds they moved apart, their breathing multiplying to soft music. Their foreheads were still connected though, as they stayed there recollecting themselves and wondering what had just taken place. "You were right Jongho, you aren't handsome." Wooyoung muttered through soft pants. This struck Jongho into surprise. "What?!" Yet again there were two hands on Jongho's cheeks, softly pulling on them.

"You're not handsome but cute! Like a teddy bear! Hehe" Wooyoung giggled cutely, his eyes turning to crescents. Jongho couldn't really say anything in return. All he was lost in was that beautiful smile and those crescent eyes.

Maybe, things weren't so unsaid anymore.

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