Eunhyuk feels the texture of leather in his hands and has an out of body moment trying to figure out if this leather object is pet play related -- but the weight of it is probably all wrong and he doesn't think Luke would make him sit down and close his eyes for a collar or leash? and then he opens his eyes and all thoughts of said pet play go out the window,
...he traces one of the embellishments with his hand, admiring the design. the other picks up the key, turning it over in his hand to look at it more closely, to read his name and then Luke's. Warmth blooms in his chest at seeing their names side by side, inscribed on an object that might have been chosen simply for the lock on this album -- but Eunhyuk can't deny that he likes the key, maybe because it reminds him of the one that's always hanging around Luke's neck... but this one is just theirs, the names engraved as proof.
he slides the key into the lock, lifts the cover and looks down at the photo on the first page. he knows this photo -- he knows every wrinkle and dip and dent in it, the way his father's face is always obscured under the bloodstain -- but this one doesn't have any of that. it looks perfect. it looks just like how it looked in the frame, before tragedy struck. it looks like how Eunhyuk has always wanted it to look, and how he'd asked Luke to make it look -- all those weeks ago.
...his chest feels hot, hotter, warmer. he lifts the page, looking at the photos after. photos of a time that Eunhyuk had never dreamed he'd ever get to have, even before he died. he rests his hand on Luke's smiling face. of a person he loves who's still alive, who's still with him, who'll never turn away no matter what.
the heat is searing, it's in his rapidly beating pulse, the prickling in the corner of his eyes. he closes them again, because if he says thank you right now then he might just cry, and he doesn't want to cry because he's happy. he gently closes the album, holding it in his hands like it means the world to him, like it's the kind of world that he wants to live in, the forgiving kind filled with warmth, the kind that has Luke in it. he opens his eyes, turns his head to look at him, marvels in the fact that he can have Luke both in a picture and right here next to him,]
Luke.
[he clutches at the key, hoping the imprint it'll leave in his hand will match the one in his heart,]
...I love it. Thank you.
[he loves all of it? the key, album, the photos, the picture, the promise of more, and for once he hopes all his feelings can be properly conveyed this time, if not by his words -- then at least by his smile, warm and bright]
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Eunhyuk feels the texture of leather in his hands and has an out of body moment trying to figure out if this leather object is pet play related -- but the weight of it is probably all wrong and he doesn't think Luke would make him sit down and close his eyes for a collar or leash? and then he opens his eyes and all thoughts of said pet play go out the window,
...he traces one of the embellishments with his hand, admiring the design. the other picks up the key, turning it over in his hand to look at it more closely, to read his name and then Luke's. Warmth blooms in his chest at seeing their names side by side, inscribed on an object that might have been chosen simply for the lock on this album -- but Eunhyuk can't deny that he likes the key, maybe because it reminds him of the one that's always hanging around Luke's neck... but this one is just theirs, the names engraved as proof.
he slides the key into the lock, lifts the cover and looks down at the photo on the first page. he knows this photo -- he knows every wrinkle and dip and dent in it, the way his father's face is always obscured under the bloodstain -- but this one doesn't have any of that. it looks perfect. it looks just like how it looked in the frame, before tragedy struck. it looks like how Eunhyuk has always wanted it to look, and how he'd asked Luke to make it look -- all those weeks ago.
...his chest feels hot, hotter, warmer. he lifts the page, looking at the photos after. photos of a time that Eunhyuk had never dreamed he'd ever get to have, even before he died. he rests his hand on Luke's smiling face. of a person he loves who's still alive, who's still with him, who'll never turn away no matter what.
the heat is searing, it's in his rapidly beating pulse, the prickling in the corner of his eyes. he closes them again, because if he says thank you right now then he might just cry, and he doesn't want to cry because he's happy. he gently closes the album, holding it in his hands like it means the world to him, like it's the kind of world that he wants to live in, the forgiving kind filled with warmth, the kind that has Luke in it. he opens his eyes, turns his head to look at him, marvels in the fact that he can have Luke both in a picture and right here next to him,]
Luke.
[he clutches at the key, hoping the imprint it'll leave in his hand will match the one in his heart,]
...I love it. Thank you.
[he loves all of it? the key, album, the photos, the picture, the promise of more, and for once he hopes all his feelings can be properly conveyed this time, if not by his words -- then at least by his smile, warm and bright]