Tracing the damp spot, Yunho placed the tip of his index finger into the dip under Jae’s nose, touching its slight slope. “My mother told me once that the reason we all have this spot above our mouths is because God sends an angel to each baby and its given all the wisdom of the universe.”
...
“Then, just before the baby is born, the angel touches it right there, between the upper lip and the nose, leaving that mark. And everything that the baby was taught is forgotten, and is his to gain all over again.”
“That’s the first gift we’re given.” Yunho lifted his head to stare down into Jae’s warm eyes. “We’re given innocence and the thirst to regain everything we’ve lost. I think, in loving you, I’ve filled that thirst tenfold. I can’t think of anything else I would want to have in my heart and soul but you.”

~-~-~

Laying a brushed kiss against Jaejoong’s forehead, Yunho sighed and held the scent of the other in his soul... “I would stay here forever if I could. Seeing your eyes shimmer… and I see myself reflected there. It’s like I exist inside of your very soul as I plunge deep into your body.”

“It’s strange sometimes, when we are making love and I see my face in your eyes. But then I realize, that’s where our souls make love…in our eyes. We’re joined there as tightly as our bodies are.” Jaejoong’s words were languid, deep with sated lust. “Sometimes I wish I would stain them, so you always have me with you. You could blink and see me, no matter where we are, we’ll be just there.”
“I have you in my heart, Joongie.” Yunho rubbed his cheek against Jaejoong’s... “Every time it beats, I hear you whisper my name. You live there in me. And I can hear me in you.”

“Every time the sun rises, I am amazed that it can even show its face when it should be hiding in shame for daring to challenge your beauty.” Yunho whispered, leaning slightly forward to brush the shell of Jaejoong’s ear with his sultry voice.

~-~-~

Tucked amid the glittery gold tissue, a forlorn feline rag doll peered up at Yunho, its black button eyes wide and childish in its face, nearly the size of his head and patterned with a crazy quilt of fabrics that were rich in texture. Its body was cobbled together from pieces of cloth and as Yunho lifted the liger clear of his golden prison, the leader could see the rough stitching along its limbs as they flopped around Yunho’s hands....

“I made him.” Jaejoong’s whisper was barely audible over the crackling of the wood in the fireplace and Yunho turned a teary gaze to Jae’s stunning face. “He is not perfect…and I thought, that of anyone, he could be loved by you even though he is not perfect.”
....Yunho cradling his lover tightly. “I love him all the more because he is not perfect. Because he is a part of both of us. Because he was made by your hands and for my heart. How could I not love him as much as I love you?”

“I worry that.. he’s not happy.” Changmin worried at his lower lip, dropping his eyes to stare at the rub between their beds. “Do you ever wonder what makes people happy?”

“Sometimes.” Yunho admitted, his face clouding over. “But it doesn’t mean that you can do anything about it, Minnie-ah. People have to find their own happiness.”

~-~-~

Changmin slid onto the floor to sit next to Yunho. “I would bet on it. It just made me wonder if kissing anyone would make someone…forget the pain of wanting someone they can’t have. That if a kiss from someone you love in your heart as a brother helps take the agony away from your broken heart.”

...

“Because I wonder if a kiss would make my own heart stop from hurting.” Saying those words aloud cost Changmin, the secret of his soul bared for the leader to steal. Yunho failed to see the veracity in Changmin’s slender face, lost in his own thoughts....

“Perhaps it’s not for me either.” Changmin said, touching Yunho’s shoulder. “We tried it and didn’t like it. And no one else has to know. It’s between us. No more apologies, hyung. It was something we both needed to discover…to find out if what we desire is a touch and not the beat of a heart that matches ours.”

... Changmin let his emotions weep down in the depths of his soul only after Yunho left. “That kiss was for you, Junnie-ah.” Changmin sniffed, struggling to maintain his composure. “I gave Yunho my first kiss because you are so unhappy here and the elders…they need each other so badly. Please, when this is all over, forgive me for giving away something that should have been yours.”

~-~-~

“You’ve fallen hard, Boo.” Yoochun laughed, hearing the singer’s heart in his words. “I’m falling right next to you. I hope I land as soft as you have.”
“Nothing is soft about love.” Jae shook his head. “It hurts and scrapes you raw, leaving your wounds open and weeping. Then he kisses to make it all better and the world just stops turning, holding you there in that moment. And you never want time to start again.”

~-~-~

“You’re mine.” Yunho smiled at Jae’s narrowed eyes. “As much as I’m yours.”
“Sometimes.” Jae admitted before turning to leave the stairwell, a laugh in the echoes of his voice. “And sometimes, you are more mine than I’m yours, just because I don’t want to be owned. I just let you think that.”

Yunho whispered love into Jaejoong’s soul. “I promise you that one day, the whole world will know that we are meant for one another. Not just the shadows that are chased out by the day but every single face that turns to bask in your beauty will see the happiness I see in you when you smile at me. And God, you break me apart with that smile, it hurts to be so loved.”

~-~-~

The leader was determined to hold the other’s soul in his heart until they burned in the sky as one, starlight fending off the darkness in an eternal dance.

"I’ll share your heart with the other members…because they’re your brothers.” Yunho whispered, sucking on Jae’s earlobe. “But your soul…that’s mine. I love you too much to want to share you. But I love you too much not to let you be free.”