[minsu sighs, tipping his head forward until it touches the other boy's. his touch is doing exactly that, easing his nervousness. it doesn't help much with making this seem less like a dream, so minsu presses his hand against his cheek, the one that he takes and kisses when he seems that junsu's hands are shaking a little too. the warmth of it reassures him.]

Hmm... [he lies back against the bed, arching gently. when he smiles at him, it's more relaxed, with eyelashes at half-mast and some of the glow that junsu was hoping for on his skin.] Most of the time, there's no faces.

[not for dreams where...well, not for dreams like that.]

With you it's always you. I always see you. And I always wake up with my sheets in a mess.

[he laughs at that, at himself. but these are the confessions he wants to share with junsu know. these are the not-so-little things he wants him to know.]

I want to see you.