[ junsu doesn't even ask him what he's doing. he just puts a hand on his back, lets him pull at his collar and bury his face there. his hand is still. the other curls in hojoon's shirt at his chest, keeping him right where he is. if he tries to pull away, to really move away, he'll hold him back.
it feels like that's important. holding on.
his breath hitches at the bite, the kiss, his heart hammering. hojoon isn't pushing him away. it's important, a fragile kind of moment he doesn't want to break. so he says nothing. just holds on.
and keeps doing so when their lips meet, kissing back softly, biting back a sound. as if hojoon might startle and snap out of it. junsu doesn't want him to. he likes this. likes the feel of his mouth against his own, and the taste of him when he parts his lips, just a little, letting hojoon decide if the kiss should be more. ]
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it feels like that's important. holding on.
his breath hitches at the bite, the kiss, his heart hammering. hojoon isn't pushing him away. it's important, a fragile kind of moment he doesn't want to break. so he says nothing. just holds on.
and keeps doing so when their lips meet, kissing back softly, biting back a sound. as if hojoon might startle and snap out of it. junsu doesn't want him to. he likes this. likes the feel of his mouth against his own, and the taste of him when he parts his lips, just a little, letting hojoon decide if the kiss should be more. ]