[joon murmurs the words. junsu can never say that he doesn't have a power ever again, because he does. he's proof of it.
he stays hunched over for a few seconds more, shoulders rising and falling as he catches his breath. his bangs are damp with sweat, and they stick to his forehead when he tries to push them out of his eyes.
his hand freezes when he looks up and sees junsu from between a few strands. hojoon looks suddenly startled. he looks at junsu, looking flushed and hungry for more, the scattered go stones on the floor, his own clothing cast aside.
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[joon murmurs the words. junsu can never say that he doesn't have a power ever again, because he does. he's proof of it.
he stays hunched over for a few seconds more, shoulders rising and falling as he catches his breath. his bangs are damp with sweat, and they stick to his forehead when he tries to push them out of his eyes.
his hand freezes when he looks up and sees junsu from between a few strands. hojoon looks suddenly startled. he looks at junsu, looking flushed and hungry for more, the scattered go stones on the floor, his own clothing cast aside.
fuck. oh fuck.]
...What did I do to you?