[ Kwang runs his fingers through Junsu's hair, leaning back a little with his free hand on the blanket behind him, giving himself the opportunity to look his fill. Junsu still has insecurities about him, and Kwang knows it, even if he wishes he could shore it all up easily, with looks and words and promises. It's the kind of thing that takes time, and he knows it, he's patient, and every day he'll keep showing Junsu that he does love him, with everything he is made of.
Kwang smiles, thumb brushing Junsu's cheek. ]
You're welcome. Not that it was entirely selfless, mind you.
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Kwang smiles, thumb brushing Junsu's cheek. ]
You're welcome. Not that it was entirely selfless, mind you.