[ junsu bumps against the shelf and barely thinks to worry about knocking it over or disturbing a pile of books, because kwang is looking at him with a smile and he knows what's coming and he really, really wants it.
to be kissed by kwang among rows of books, in the middle of a store, where anyone might walk by.
and because he's so pleased with this date so far and unsure how to say as much. kissing works. kissing is good. he can up kwang's face and let the other hand curl into his shirt and pull him closer, pressing into the kiss, taste kwang, to say how much he's loving every minute of this. ]
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to be kissed by kwang among rows of books, in the middle of a store, where anyone might walk by.
and because he's so pleased with this date so far and unsure how to say as much. kissing works. kissing is good. he can up kwang's face and let the other hand curl into his shirt and pull him closer, pressing into the kiss, taste kwang, to say how much he's loving every minute of this. ]