[ junsu giggles softly and rubs his fingers at the base of myung's neck. he's so fond of this boy. ]
I think he would have imploded asking you, too. [ junsu turns his head and kisses myung's hair. he hopes that's not going too far. he kind of... hopes he can kiss him again, properly. one last time. ]
You're going to be good for him. And to him.
[ myung is kind and gentle, as much as he might believe he isn't. anger doesn't cancel out these traits. they're there. junsu has seen them first hand. ]
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I think he would have imploded asking you, too. [ junsu turns his head and kisses myung's hair. he hopes that's not going too far. he kind of... hopes he can kiss him again, properly. one last time. ]
You're going to be good for him. And to him.
[ myung is kind and gentle, as much as he might believe he isn't. anger doesn't cancel out these traits. they're there. junsu has seen them first hand. ]