[ myung's smile makes junsu smile in turn. he'd been worried it was overstepping, to ask. but he knew all too well what it was like not to have known a kiss was the last, and wanting badly to have had a chance to really remember it, to know it had to be imprinted into his memory.
his hand comes to the side of myung's face, and he closes the distance between them, kissing him softly. he doesn't want things to get desperate or sad, but he wants it to be a kiss that counts. so the emotion is there, in the slow intake of breath, the way he surges into it and finds that perfect fit of their lips. ]
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his hand comes to the side of myung's face, and he closes the distance between them, kissing him softly. he doesn't want things to get desperate or sad, but he wants it to be a kiss that counts. so the emotion is there, in the slow intake of breath, the way he surges into it and finds that perfect fit of their lips. ]