In the hazy, early morning light, Jiwoo glowed softly. His sleeping face, relaxed and boyish was so breathtakingly beautiful that Seojoon was surely still sleeping himself. The blanket was tucked under his arm, leaving one broad, strong shoulder exposed, hinting at the nakedness that lay underneath and Seojoon licked his lips, reaching for the glass of water on the side table to soothe his parched throat. Jiwoo didn't stir.
He snuggled back under the blanket, his smile soft as he watched Jiwoo breathe.
Jiwoo sighed and shifted, his arm coming over Seojoon's waist. He held his breath, waiting to see if his boyfriend was waking up but the man settled down again, his face closer than it was before. Seojoon sighed then looked down at the arm over him.
On Jiwoo's wrist there was a line of three moles. Slowly, carefully, so as not to wake him, Seojoon traced them with his finger, linking them together like a constellation.
"Orion's belt," he breathed, smiling to himself. Light as a feather he began walking his fingers up Jiwoo's arm until he reached another cluster of moles. If he turned his head a little and squinted his eyes just so, it looked a little like "Ursa Major."
His fingers trailed higher still, his eyes hungrily taking in every inch of skin. That was when he saw it, high on the inner side of his bicep, secretly tucked away was a small star. If he hadn't been looking so closely he probably wouldn't have noticed it – hadn't noticed it up to this point. Reverently, his finger traced around the tattoo. Jiwoo's arm tightened on Seojoon's waist.
"Tickles," he murmured. Seojoon looked up at his face and met dark, heavy lidded eyes.
Jiwoo blinked slowly.
"What are you doing?"
Seojoon didn't answer, instead asking, "You have a tattoo?"
Jiwoo frowned and then dawning realisation had his eyes widening. Quickly, he withdrew his arm but Seojoon was faster. He grabbed his hand, holding him in place.
"Jiwoo?"
Jiwoo pressed his eyes closed, turning his face away and then, resigned, he looked back at Seojoon.
"Yeah."
"When did you... why did... a star?"
This time Jiwoo successfully pulled his arm away and rolled over to face the wall. Seojoon pouted, scooting closer to his back and wrapping his arm and leg over him.
"Jiwoo-ah," he whined into his ear. Jiwoo stayed resolutely facing the other way. "Please look at me. I was just surprised. You never mentioned having a tattoo before. I didn't expect it to be so... sexy."
Jiwoo stiffened but otherwise gave no reaction.
"Come on Han Jiwoo. Turn around." He rubbed his nose into Jiwoo's neck, then pressed a kiss there. Jiwoo relaxed slightly and then turned onto his back. He kept his eyes trained on the ceiling.
"It's stupid."
"It's pretty," Seojoon countered and Jiwoo glanced at him from the side of his eye. He stroked his hand up Jiwoo's forearm. "Can I see it again?"
Jiwoo's stony face softened, but only slightly. His arms folded.
The corner of Seojoon's mouth quirked up at the unspoken challenge. He pressed a kiss to Jiwoo's shoulder watching for a reaction through half lidded eyes. Jiwoo didn't flinch but his eyes followed when Seojoon moved to kiss the jut of his collar bone.
In one swift movement he pulled the cover aside and flipped a leg over Jiwoo's hips so that he had a knee either side of him, comfortably seating himself on his crotch. He touched his fingers to his own gently parted lips, gazing reverently down at Jiwoo's naked chest.
Moles were scattered across his flat stomach and defined pectorals.
With one finger he traced a line from one mole to another, connecting them together.
"Aries," he said, leaning down to press his lips to the constellation. Jiwoo twitched, his arms loosening. Seojoon did it again, finding new constellations to trace and each time kissing the collection of stars.
"I knew you could see the stars from Seoul," he said, smiling straight into Jiwoo's eyes.
Seojoon linked the fingers of his left hand with Jiwoo's right, bringing their clasped hands above his head on the pillow and kissing him deeply. It started slow, lips clinging together as if they'd never let go and then fiercer, hotter, Jiwoo rising to meet Seojoon's passion with his own.
Seojoon trailed kisses across Jiwoo's jaw and down the line of his throat, feeling the vibrations of his hum of contentment and smiling into his skin. He continued kissing down to his shoulder and further, until his lips once again found the small tattooed star on the inside of his arm. He kissed it gently then smiled at Jiwoo.
"Found it."
Jiwoo rolled his eyes, looking away, but a smile tugged at his lips regardless.
"When did you get it?" Seojoon folded his hands on Jiwoo's chest and rested his chin there, his gaze adoring as he settled down more comfortably between Jiwoo's legs. He could feel the steady beat of his heart right under his palms.
Jiwoo's lips pressed together in a firm line and the tips of his ears turned red. He returned Seojoon's gaze though.
"A couple of weeks ago, when you were filming in America."
Seojoon's smile grew wider, stretching from ear to ear.
"Did you miss me, Jiwoo-ah?" he asked.
After a brief pause, Jiwoo nodded once. Delighted, Seojoon leaned forwards, pecking his lips.
"Maybe I should get one too..." he mused, laying his cheek on Jiwoo's chest to stare at the tattoo again. "Then we can be matching and when I miss you I can look at the tattoo and it will be almost like you're with me."
Jiwoo hummed. "Can you do that? Won't it affect you getting jobs?"
Seojoon stroked the star with one finger and Jiwoo shivered.
"There's make up you can get to cover tattoos." He looked up at Jiwoo again. "Did it hurt?"
"A little." Jiwoo shrugged.
Suddenly Jiwoo grabbed Seojoon's wrist and flipped them both over. He pressed a searing kiss to Seojoon's lips. When they broke apart they were both breathing heavily.
"You don't have to get a tattoo. If you miss me, you can just call me. Whenever you want to. I'll always answer, hyung."
"I know," Seojoon smiled up at him. "But I think I want to get it. Then it's like a part of you is with me and me with you. Always. I'd really like that."
Jiwoo smiled, happiness blooming across his face in one of those rare displays that Seojoon lived for. There was so much love in that smile that it physically hurt his heart to look at it. Now he was certain that he would get the tattoo. Tomorrow if he could.
But not today.
Grinning back, he looped his arms around Jiwoo's neck and pulled him back down for a kiss, wrapping his legs around his waist.
Today there were more pressing matters to take care of.
