[what kind of nice...he's not sure about that. being this close to junsu stirs up things that minsu hasn't felt in months. feelings that he's stripped names from and pushed into the darkest corners of himself in an effort to forget them.
it's a tangible relief when minsu realizes how ridiculous that is. they don't put humans in this jail.
his hand resumes petting junsu's hair, trying to comfort him through his first day in prison. it's a lot, of course it is.]
Listen. They're bringing our meals around. I'm starving, what about you?
[minsu's always hungry. always. but for a moment there was a strange spike of it.]
no subject
it's a tangible relief when minsu realizes how ridiculous that is. they don't put humans in this jail.
his hand resumes petting junsu's hair, trying to comfort him through his first day in prison. it's a lot, of course it is.]
Listen. They're bringing our meals around. I'm starving, what about you?
[minsu's always hungry. always. but for a moment there was a strange spike of it.]
Junsu, Junsuuuu. Open your eyes.