february

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Ten stretches his hands to the sea. Water touches long fingers with peeled black nail polish and washes bare feet. It's warm. He sits down on his knees in the water, not even caring about the fact that his long shorts might get wet and have white streaks from the salty water. He touches the sea as if it was made of the finest silk, oozing through his fingers. It warms him. Ten reaches out his hands to touch Kun. The skin on his fingers is rough. It's warm. Kun pulls him closer so that Ten falls into his warm embrace, spreads like a salt water over Kun's arms, over his chest, over the white sofa in the living room. "Is it cozy enough?" Ten doesn’t move, mumbles something, nods. He reaches for his lips and feels him smiling. It’s sunny, and the warm wind plays with Ten’s hair, ruining his hairstyle and tangling his already tangled curls. In the hot beams of the day he wants to bask like in the soft sheets, he wants to lose himself in this air, in the grass already dried from the morning dew, in the lullaby of rustling leaves. Ten closes his eyes. Kun touches his dark, coarse hair, plays with it, tangles the already tangled from sleep curls. Ten spreads on white cotton sheets, basking in these hot touches of rough fingers, in the gentle rays of the sun oozing through the tulle. Lulled by the morning lullaby of Kun's steady breathing, Ten wants to fall asleep so he can see the sea again. Calling it “us”, burying his hands in the warm sand and feeling the same warm gaze. As not to miss them and regret, but to appreciate every second. Every heartbeat, interrupted by exchanged glances and the sound of a warm wind. Laugh until he cries, make the sky wave because of how much he feels and how much he wants. Wants not to forget. To ask what time is it and promise to never leave, because warm hugs are much more important and tender when they are here with you, and not with someone else on the phone. Inhale. Exhale. Gather your thoughts. And say. "The wind ruffles your hair, I reach out my hands to you. It's warm. Please, do not go."
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