[ junsu's breathing hitches, but he doesn't freeze or move away. it's kind of nice, actually. it's warm. he wonders if they'd get in trouble found like this, tangled up. remembers the guards are scared of minsu. ]
Yeah. Usually.
[ even more so in this place, where his very insides feel gold.
he shifts close, nose against minsu's collarbone. ]
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Yeah. Usually.
[ even more so in this place, where his very insides feel gold.
he shifts close, nose against minsu's collarbone. ]
Are you always this warm?