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No, he sure didn't... [ Myung trails off, sounding quite conspiratorial, like something did happen, and, well. Technically, something did, even if it didn't exactly involve them touching each other. It was still very, very far from innocent.
Myung looks at Junsu, smiling as he reaches out to poke at Junsu's thigh, playfully. ]
Talked, yeah, I'm sure that's what you did the most of. Talking. [ He chuckles to himself. ] I might be saying that because I'm currently in the state I am, but hey, if you did mostly talk, I'm impressed in your self-restraint. Excuse my saying that, but hey, Kwang's hot.
[ But, actually - ] How would you rate the treehouse?
Myung looks at Junsu, smiling as he reaches out to poke at Junsu's thigh, playfully. ]
Talked, yeah, I'm sure that's what you did the most of. Talking. [ He chuckles to himself. ] I might be saying that because I'm currently in the state I am, but hey, if you did mostly talk, I'm impressed in your self-restraint. Excuse my saying that, but hey, Kwang's hot.
[ But, actually - ] How would you rate the treehouse?
Shut up! We did both. [ they can have a hard time keeping their hands off each other, but junsu doesn't think either of them can be blamed. ]
And I know he's hot! [ he laughs, giving myung a little shove. as if he needs to apologize for saying that. he would be more offended if myung said kwang wasn't attractive at all. he would seriously question myung's tastes.
he flops onto the bed, his arm over myung's back. ]
Like, for romance or sex? Well, it's a ten out of ten any way.
And I know he's hot! [ he laughs, giving myung a little shove. as if he needs to apologize for saying that. he would be more offended if myung said kwang wasn't attractive at all. he would seriously question myung's tastes.
he flops onto the bed, his arm over myung's back. ]
Like, for romance or sex? Well, it's a ten out of ten any way.
[ Myung just laughs, satisfied that he was able to tease back, if only a little. He knows he's a lot more pathetic looking than Junsu is, right now. But that's because Junsu is having lots of probably excellent sex, and Myung is not.
Not yet. He just needs to keep telling himself that, and he'll be fine. He hums, able to look at Junsu much easier now that he's lying by his side. He reaches out, fiddling with the collar of Junsu's shirt. ]
I've been thinking I'd like to go, with Dal. Just need to convince Bam to give us a whole day. Maybe two. I feel guilty about it, you know? Like I'm asking him to stop living his life.
Not yet. He just needs to keep telling himself that, and he'll be fine. He hums, able to look at Junsu much easier now that he's lying by his side. He reaches out, fiddling with the collar of Junsu's shirt. ]
I've been thinking I'd like to go, with Dal. Just need to convince Bam to give us a whole day. Maybe two. I feel guilty about it, you know? Like I'm asking him to stop living his life.
i know, i know! it's been happening for a couple of weeks now, but. you know how our imagination is.
['our'. like they share the exact same one.]
it's like...power surges. i meant to tell you about them the other day, but then i remembered you and kwang had gone to the treehouse.
[and while minsu's developed something of a habit of interrupting...he wouldn't do it purposely.]
['our'. like they share the exact same one.]
it's like...power surges. i meant to tell you about them the other day, but then i remembered you and kwang had gone to the treehouse.
[and while minsu's developed something of a habit of interrupting...he wouldn't do it purposely.]
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i don't have it, not really.
we did a ritual, it bound us together so that his magic wouldn't be able to tell us apart, so it could flow through me without hurting me. because that...that was always a possibility. he's hurt people before, and i didn't want him to have to always worry about me too.
maybe it just has to vent sometimes. like a magical burp.
we did a ritual, it bound us together so that his magic wouldn't be able to tell us apart, so it could flow through me without hurting me. because that...that was always a possibility. he's hurt people before, and i didn't want him to have to always worry about me too.
maybe it just has to vent sometimes. like a magical burp.
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