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What is love ?
He was sitting on his balcony drinking an iced Americano watching the busy street below him when he saw someone with a sign walking around. Written on it was the question, “What is love?“
As he thought about the question, he felt a chill run down his spine, but not in a bad way, more like when you hear your favorite song or when you feel a breeze slipping over your skin in the summer.
A few years ago, Seungmin would’ve had an easy, unromantic response to that question. Seungmin grew up in a conservative household. His parents were logical thinkers. Seungmin, being a logical thinker himself, used to have the same view on love as his parents. He used to think that love was an understanding between two people of the opposite sex. He used to think that love was spending the rest of his life with a woman and reproducing because it was the norm. For him, love was not romantic in any way. He never understood how artists, poets, writers and singers could describe love in the way they did. He never understood how someone could describe his significant other with so many words of praise and adoration.
For him, it used to be pure logic.
Now this question brought the biggest smile on his face since his response would be completely different now. It never occurred to him that his perception of love would change so drastically. It was no longer logical or unromantic. Not only that, but it sent butterflies fluttering around his stomach.
Love was now seen through different eyes.
Now, Love for him is shoulder-length, silky blonde hair with dark roots. It is messy buns and colorful hairbands. It is the smell of a cherry tree blossom filling his nostrils whenever he runs his hands through his silky hair.
Love is perfect sculpted eyebrows that frown in confusion whenever they are watching a documentary about technology, and that shoot upwards when there's something interesting happening.
Love is big and sharp eyes, that turn into crescents while laughing. It is dramatic eye rolls whenever Seungmin makes bad jokes and puppy eyes whenever he tries to say no to something.
Love is flawless, untainted soft skin adorned with a few moles. The moles on that beautiful skin, especially the one under the eye, reminding him that angels have placed kisses all over that beautiful skin.
Love is plump, cherry-colored lips begging for a kiss. Seungmin couldn't get enough of those lips, especially when they were glistening with cherry-flavored gloss.
Love is a sharp jaw, Seungmins favorite area to place small kisses, and a long and soft neck, ideal for leaving traces of their nights together.
Love is the intertwining of delicate, warm fingers, occasionally coated in paint, with his. It is these fingers gliding over every part of his body, letting him feel things he didn't think he could.
Love is sharp lovely collarbones and a toned but soft chest, Seungmins favorite spot to rest his head. It is a steady heartbeat, parted lips and light snores coming from the right side of the bed.
Love is the most graceful movements while dancing Seungmin has ever seen, making it seem effortless and downright beautiful. It is the most angelic and erotic facial expressions he has ever seen on anybody while dancing.
Love is the most stunning and calming baritone voice that he has ever heard. It is that voice singing him to sleep each time there is thunder crashing and rain falling. It is the most melodic laugh whenever Seungmin makes jokes, sounding like he is the funniest person walking on this earth.
Love is blue overalls, skin covered in paint and paint brushes scattered on the floor. It is canvases filled with color and portraits of SM. It is bare skin, sitting still and stand model for hours while concentrated and eyes full of love are watching him.
Love is overbaked cookies that still manage to taste like the sweetest thing on earth and a kitchen filled with smoke. It is breakfasts served in bed and cooking together in a small kitchen with arms wrapped arounf him and a firm chest pressing into his back.
Love is arms waiting for cuddles after a long day, soft touches gracing skin and hidden kisses whenever they're away from prying eyes.
Love is breathy needy sounds coming from parted lips, hot fingertips and sweaty skin. It is fast heartbeats, urgent touches and loving words. It is strong arms hoisting him up and holding him while they fall apart together.
Love is born in March. It is winter being over, the snow melting and the flowers awakening.
So what is love for Seungmin ?
Love for Seungmin is Hwang Hyunjin.