[ He wasn't sure what to expect, after saying this to Junsu. He really wasn't, but he still didn't think it'd be this. The smile, that then turned into a frown, the tears in his eyes, all of it making something cold and fearful grow in Kwang's stomach.
And then those words. Kwang swallows the taste of bile at the back of his throat, curling his hands into fists against his legs to prevent them from shaking. He's heard such words before. In a different tone and under different circumstances, but he has. He forces himself to breathe, blinking at Junsu, both scared and yearning at the same time. ]
What - what do you mean?
[ Maybe, if he was a different person, he would take it differently. Like a joke. But he can tell, from Junsu's body language, that it isn't. That there's something there, between them, unsaid. Something that might hurt Kwang. ]
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And then those words. Kwang swallows the taste of bile at the back of his throat, curling his hands into fists against his legs to prevent them from shaking. He's heard such words before. In a different tone and under different circumstances, but he has. He forces himself to breathe, blinking at Junsu, both scared and yearning at the same time. ]
What - what do you mean?
[ Maybe, if he was a different person, he would take it differently. Like a joke. But he can tell, from Junsu's body language, that it isn't. That there's something there, between them, unsaid. Something that might hurt Kwang. ]
What are you?