Chanyeol gladly pressed his lips onto the older's. Closing his eyes, he relished the feeling of the warm kiss, laced with a hint of desire. He wrapped his arms around Baekhyun waist, eager to pull him closer and make the vivid moment last.
Without color, his world was bland, but Baekhyun was slowly placing the life back into it. His mere presence in Chanyeol's world was colored. It was like a drop of paint in a cup of water. From a single point, spreading to anything it came into contact with.
But Chanyeol still wished to see the warm brown in Baekhyun's eyes.
It would make that much more of a difference. It would be that much more comforting.
But Baekhyun, color or not, was already more than Chanyeol could have ever dreamed of.
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