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[ junsu laughs, almost a giggle as he tugs minsu onto the bed with him, sitting with his back against the wall and making sure there's room for minsu next to him.
he doesn't let go of him yet, though, arm hooking with minsu's. it's nice he clarified, because his feelings for him go beyond wanting to stick to casual, no strings attached sex. he would've been a little sad, if that was all minsu wanted.
but it's now. so he feels warm, happy. ]
I like being with you too. [ he looks up at him with a fond smile. ] You make me feel safe, you know.
he doesn't let go of him yet, though, arm hooking with minsu's. it's nice he clarified, because his feelings for him go beyond wanting to stick to casual, no strings attached sex. he would've been a little sad, if that was all minsu wanted.
but it's now. so he feels warm, happy. ]
I like being with you too. [ he looks up at him with a fond smile. ] You make me feel safe, you know.
Safe?
[that word surprises him and it shows, but in a way that makes him curious. he wants to know more...wants to know more about junsu completely.
but yes he's tall, he has broad shoulders and a strong body. but he's shit at fighting, better at running, but then minsu looks at him. for him-]
You are safe with me. [he glances down at their arms, and then sheepishly slots his fingers between junsu's. minsu takes a deep breath.] And you make me...happy. Like really happy. The kind that lasts.
[he's panicking, damp at his temples. he feels sick. did he just confess? it sort of sounded like a confession, and he's not sure whether junsu picking up on it or not picking up on it scares him more.]
[that word surprises him and it shows, but in a way that makes him curious. he wants to know more...wants to know more about junsu completely.
but yes he's tall, he has broad shoulders and a strong body. but he's shit at fighting, better at running, but then minsu looks at him. for him-]
You are safe with me. [he glances down at their arms, and then sheepishly slots his fingers between junsu's. minsu takes a deep breath.] And you make me...happy. Like really happy. The kind that lasts.
[he's panicking, damp at his temples. he feels sick. did he just confess? it sort of sounded like a confession, and he's not sure whether junsu picking up on it or not picking up on it scares him more.]
[ oh. junsu isn't quite sure what minsu's going for, but his heart rate picks up, just a little. he tries to make minsu happy. he really does. he cares about that, significantly so, more so than himself, which is sometimes hard to achieve. but with minsu, even if his secret was revealed, it wouldn't be dangerous.
he kind of wants to tell him, even.
not right now, because he's trying to piece together what minsu said and the nervous, panicked look in his eyes. ]
The kind that lasts?
[ he prompts, gently, asking for more. his thumb strokes the back of minsu's hand. it's okay. i'm here, it says. ]
he kind of wants to tell him, even.
not right now, because he's trying to piece together what minsu said and the nervous, panicked look in his eyes. ]
The kind that lasts?
[ he prompts, gently, asking for more. his thumb strokes the back of minsu's hand. it's okay. i'm here, it says. ]
The kind that lasts.
[it's hard to turn back now, with junsu listening, waiting. and didn't he kind of come to his room to tell him this in the first place? or maybe he just wanted a reason to come to his room, also possible.
for a moment, minsu just allows himself the warmth of junsu's hand, the comfort of his touch. it tells him that he's safe with junsu too.]
Ah...usually, you know. I'm happy when I'm with someone, when I spend the night. [he doesn't know why he suddenly feels a little awkward talking about this, when everyone in the house is free and open. but he does. maybe because he's telling junsu something that no one else knows.] With you, I'm still happy after I leave, and for the rest of the day. Every time I think about being with you...I'm happy.
[it's hard to turn back now, with junsu listening, waiting. and didn't he kind of come to his room to tell him this in the first place? or maybe he just wanted a reason to come to his room, also possible.
for a moment, minsu just allows himself the warmth of junsu's hand, the comfort of his touch. it tells him that he's safe with junsu too.]
Ah...usually, you know. I'm happy when I'm with someone, when I spend the night. [he doesn't know why he suddenly feels a little awkward talking about this, when everyone in the house is free and open. but he does. maybe because he's telling junsu something that no one else knows.] With you, I'm still happy after I leave, and for the rest of the day. Every time I think about being with you...I'm happy.
[ he doesn't really want to get his hopes up. there are a lot of people in this house, and a lot of them like each other, sleep together, make each other happy in different ways. minsu might not be saying anything special.
it feels like it, though. from the slight awkwardness of him.
he wants it to mean something special. he wants to be special to somebody and if that person is minsu, he thinks he might be a kind of happy he wasn't sure he could ever achieve. ]
I know just what you mean. [ he looks... happy, hopeful. a bit thoughtful, thinking of his own feelings with minsu and in his absence. how much he wants to gravitate towards him, like it's the natural order of things. ]
Yeah. Me too, honey.
it feels like it, though. from the slight awkwardness of him.
he wants it to mean something special. he wants to be special to somebody and if that person is minsu, he thinks he might be a kind of happy he wasn't sure he could ever achieve. ]
I know just what you mean. [ he looks... happy, hopeful. a bit thoughtful, thinking of his own feelings with minsu and in his absence. how much he wants to gravitate towards him, like it's the natural order of things. ]
Yeah. Me too, honey.
[ Junsu texted now, and it sounded like he wasn't kidding, so Myung doesn't hesitate. Goddamn, he doesn't hesitate for a second because he's been wanting to kiss Junsu - and more - since he found his way to the house, and now he's going to get to.
Is he practically running up the stairs? Maybe, but there's no one around to see it, so nobody ever has to know.
Knock knock, Junsu. Someone's here to collect. ]
Is he practically running up the stairs? Maybe, but there's no one around to see it, so nobody ever has to know.
Knock knock, Junsu. Someone's here to collect. ]
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