[ and that's not the reaction he expected either. he deflates, strangely dejected and yet touched, relieved, at the same time. it's a rejection, and that hurts his pride, but minsu not jumping for a chance to get in his pants, minsu saying i wouldn't do that to you, it does things to his heart.

minsu's a good person. much better than a lot of people out there. ]

It's okay. I get it. [ if he were trying to seduce minsu, this is where he would lower his voice, touch his face, lean in close. ] You've been here so long. I would be going crazy, wanting people to touch me.

[ he doesn't do any of that. his words aren't sultry, they're quiet admissions. it might be his future. or maybe minsu has a few partners around the jail, people he trusts and likes. maybe junsu can make that sort of friend too, so he won't have to be touch starved.

he lifts his gaze to minsu's again. he wasn't offering only in exchange for safety. minsu really is pretty. ]

If I'd met you in some shitty bar, honey, I would've made you take me to your bed.