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Namjoon rubs sleep from his eyes as the tendrils of consciousness zap through his brain. The first thing he registers is Yoongi still soundly asleep beside him, early morning sunshine kissing his face and giving it a heavenly glow. Namjoon has always revered Yoongi's milky smooth complexion.
"Like pure snow, almost translucent like a glass bead"
These are the words he had whispered in praise against Yoongi's heated skin the first time the man had allowed him near, baring his skin only for his eyes. Namjoon had simultaneously felt the urge to worship every inch of his skin and the itch to have a pen in his hand so that he could immortalize this moment in poetry. The latter would have to wait.
That night he discovered how passion burned like a pink sunset under Yoongi's skin and how love bites made roses bloom. The roses changed their color to become violets the next morning - Yoongi's body a garden.
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Yoongi brusied easily. The first time Namjoon noticed it was when his hands had left a mark on the smaller man's waist after a particularly heated night. He had panicked, apologizing profusely for hurting him. Yoongi interrupted his worried speech with a gentle kiss, reassuring him that no he was not hurt and that to him these marks were like his favourite jewellery- each mark was like a jewel adorning his skin and Namjoon his personal goldsmith.
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Yoongi's knuckles and fingertips tend to turn pink when the weather gets cold. Namjoon kisses his ruby knuckles one by one and envelopes his hands in his own to keep them warm.
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Presently, yoongi stirs awake. His eyes open to find to find namjoon beside him, watching him with a tender gaze. Yoongi puckers his lips in invitation and Namjoon wastes no time in capturing his strawberry lips in an ardent kiss. It makes rose dust scatter on yoongi's cheeks.