[no, he's not. that's what joon's thinking. unlike what they made together, he's not whatever wonderful thing junsu is believing him to be right now. if it were true, he could love junsu without holding back. but if it were true, he'd also probably be in someone else's arms right now, never stirred from the home he always knew.
it's warm under the comforter. he thinks it might actually be more junsu than him for a change. and when he kisses along his neck, joon can't stop himself from smiling.]
I should be cleaning you up. I got my...stuff all over you.
["stuff". haneul always tried to get him to use the technical term but joon would rather have died.]
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it's warm under the comforter. he thinks it might actually be more junsu than him for a change. and when he kisses along his neck, joon can't stop himself from smiling.]
I should be cleaning you up. I got my...stuff all over you.
["stuff". haneul always tried to get him to use the technical term but joon would rather have died.]