[ 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. ]
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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. ]