[ that makes junsu's heart hurt a bit, but he gets it, and he hopes... he really hopes... that he can make that kind of statement something of the past. if they make each other happy enough, everything else will be less important, right? that makes sense, right?
thoughts melt away when minsu kisses him, junsu's hand exploring the small of his back, palm brushing over skin as he parts his lips easily, eagerly. welcoming.
is this really happening? does he really mean something special to minsu, just as minsu means to him? and are they kissing now, knowing that about each other?
he lets out a breath through his nose, whining into the kiss and pressing back against it with more slow, charged insistence. if this is really happening, he wants to feel it. he wants it to be unforgettable. he wants to kiss and kiss until their lips are sore, then he wants to ask minsu if this means junsu can be his. ]
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thoughts melt away when minsu kisses him, junsu's hand exploring the small of his back, palm brushing over skin as he parts his lips easily, eagerly. welcoming.
is this really happening? does he really mean something special to minsu, just as minsu means to him? and are they kissing now, knowing that about each other?
he lets out a breath through his nose, whining into the kiss and pressing back against it with more slow, charged insistence. if this is really happening, he wants to feel it. he wants it to be unforgettable. he wants to kiss and kiss until their lips are sore, then he wants to ask minsu if this means junsu can be his. ]