[ eventually, minsu will notice that junsu saves honey for him. he uses it rarely in the first place, but with minsu it comes naturally, reflects the golden, sweet warmth that minsu brings to his life. it's all he can think about when minsu gets into his lap and kisses him like this, hands going up minsu's shirt to touch at his back.
he's a bit breathless after, watching minsu without looking anywhere else but his eyes, his nose, his mouth.
he's really saying what junsu thinks he's saying. ]
Minsu... [ he's so happy. and scared, too, but very little, only a bit of nerves, mostly — mostly he's happy.
more than happy. just more. ] Yes. It's more, with you.
[ he touches minsu's face now, tracing a finger along his bottom lip. ]
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he's a bit breathless after, watching minsu without looking anywhere else but his eyes, his nose, his mouth.
he's really saying what junsu thinks he's saying. ]
Minsu... [ he's so happy. and scared, too, but very little, only a bit of nerves, mostly — mostly he's happy.
more than happy. just more. ] Yes. It's more, with you.
[ he touches minsu's face now, tracing a finger along his bottom lip. ]
You're my favorite.