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[09:19 PM] seokmin twirls the tips of your hair between his fingers and watches as you drift in and out of sleep, curled up into his side with a hand over his heart. the dim glow of the street lamp from the open bedroom window accentuates the slopes of your face and the curve of your lips. he chuckles to himself when you move closer to intertwine your leg with his own, your soft puffs of breath hot on his neck.

leaning back against the headboard of the bed, he looks up at the ceiling before looking back down and whispering, knowing that you’re too busy fighting a losing battle between consciousness and slumber to hear him. yet he still feels the heat make it’s way up his neck to paint his cheeks red.

‘i may be your sunshine and summer flowers, but you’ll always be my moonlight and starry nights.’

Hoshi’s little baby

the thing that really worked about harry, hermione, and ron was that they were all the uncomfortable third friend

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