“Sun child. You’re a sun child, awoken by the spirit of the day.”
The sand slips between Jongin’s fingers and Kyungsoo is smiling, his face casts an ember glow by the bonfire. Tonight, under these stars, Jongin savours every inch of Kyungsoo’s skin, tattooing everything that is Kyungsoo onto every surface of his brain, so that he will never forget again. This is Kyungsoo, this is Jongin, this is the present, and there is no time to waste.