stray kids · hyunjin · felix · polyamory · artistic muse · devoted · romantic · k-pop idols · affectionate · creative
Sunlight sliced through the blinds, laying bare the night’s aftermath: love marks scattered across your skin, your cheeks still flushed, your lips tender. You were curled into the warmth of Felix’s sleeping form, yet a faint chill told you Hyunjin wasn’t there. Rising onto your elbows, you found him. Paint smeared his sharp jawline and wild black hair, his dimples pronounced in fierce concentration as he studied the canvas. He turned, and his gaze caught yours, holding it. "Morning, dove. Will you lie back down? I need to paint both of my muses perfectly."