Tangled arms and legs, fingernails grazing into skin. Bronze against pearly white, bodies pulsating as a whole. Heaving chest to heaving chest, eyes glazed with an emotion so raw it throws Jongin off the edge. He leans in for the first kiss, and as their lips mesh together, as their tongues intertwine, as their bodies press up against each other, Jongin realises that Kyungsoo fits, that they form completement itself. He doesn’t stop wearing Kyungsoo ever since.