[ that's normal, he thinks. of course rationally kwang knows this, but he wanted something and it would've been good while he had it and he was denied and for a reason that seems so against his way of thinking and living and loving.

junsu kisses his hair, buries his nose against it, breathes in deep. this is just adding onto more, it seems, and he feels a little guilty he didn't really know, thought things were better after they'd talked in the tree house. ]

Isn't part of the point of having a boyfriend having a partner? So someone's there for you when you're not feeling strong?

[ he leans back a bit, wanting to look into kwang's face. ]

You don't have to be strong for me. I'm here for you, and to help you with those other things.