Don't be. [ It's a whisper, caught between soft breaths, the world entirely fading away as Kwang looks at Junsu. Beautiful, soft, a little broken, Junsu.

His.

Kwang tangles two of his fingers, from his free hand, into the cord he's hung his magic charm on. ] Don't be scared. You've got me, and I've got you. If you need to talk, we can, about. About anything. I'll listen, I promise. I'll be good to you.

[ He smiles, a little weak. His eyes don't feel very dry. ]

Are you going to kiss me?