[ not asking minsu what he means by this, what he's saying, it's hard. he doesn't want to rush him, doesn't want to pressure him, and most of all doesn't want to say something about this if he's completely wrong. he'd be so humiliated if he assumed minsu was confessing the same kind of feelings he has for him.
minsu's been coming to him a lot, but that doesn't have to mean anything. junsu wishes he'd come every night. when they're all having breakfast, junsu wishes the chair next to him was always free because everyone knows it's minsu's seat. he wishes they could eat side by side as the sun came in through the window, every morning.
he can't take his eyes off of him right now, and he tends not to want to take them off of him ever. ]
It's not weird.
[ he touches minsu's cheek, thumb tracing over his cheekbone. ]
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minsu's been coming to him a lot, but that doesn't have to mean anything. junsu wishes he'd come every night. when they're all having breakfast, junsu wishes the chair next to him was always free because everyone knows it's minsu's seat. he wishes they could eat side by side as the sun came in through the window, every morning.
he can't take his eyes off of him right now, and he tends not to want to take them off of him ever. ]
It's not weird.
[ he touches minsu's cheek, thumb tracing over his cheekbone. ]
Minsu.