[why is he trembling, and how long has he been trembling before he notices it. minsu tries to stay still, curl his fingers into the sheets beneath him and focus on junsu and his touch. but he feels like a live wire, or maybe an exposed nerve.
neither. he's not going to hurt junsu, and junsu's not going to hurt him. minsu trusts him too much for that, so he breathes out, closes his eyes for a moment. when he opens them again, junsu is still there.]
Ah...I thought I might be dreaming.
[it's embarrassing to admit, but at least he can laugh at himself.]
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neither. he's not going to hurt junsu, and junsu's not going to hurt him. minsu trusts him too much for that, so he breathes out, closes his eyes for a moment. when he opens them again, junsu is still there.]
Ah...I thought I might be dreaming.
[it's embarrassing to admit, but at least he can laugh at himself.]
I've done it before.