[ myung's smile makes junsu smile in turn. he'd been worried it was overstepping, to ask. but he knew all too well what it was like not to have known a kiss was the last, and wanting badly to have had a chance to really remember it, to know it had to be imprinted into his memory.
his hand comes to the side of myung's face, and he closes the distance between them, kissing him softly. he doesn't want things to get desperate or sad, but he wants it to be a kiss that counts. so the emotion is there, in the slow intake of breath, the way he surges into it and finds that perfect fit of their lips. ]
[ Myung likes the idea of one last kiss. It feels like a promise, one where they're both okay and they're both happy and they can think of this sometimes as something good. He has no regrets, when it comes to Junsu. None whatsoever; they've been good for each other.
So one last kiss feels like a good way to say goodbye to this part of their relationship. It's a little bittersweet, but it's also soft and slow and sweet. Myung leans into it, tilts his head just so and licks at Junsu's lips, a small contented noise escaping him as he slides a hand into Junsu's hair.
[ against his better judgement, junsu parts his lips and presses into the kiss a little more insistently and deepens it. not too much. just enough so myung can't forget how it feels to kiss him and so junsu can remember this as it usually is, the way they usually kiss. when their mouths part, he doesn't move too far away, his nose touching myung's, his eyes closed. ]
I'll miss doing this with you. [ he smiles, soft and fond and sad too. ] I can't even threaten to kick Dal's ass if he doesn't treat you right because I know he'll do a good job. He's what you need.
[ Myung lets out a tiny noise when the kiss deepens, his natural instinct being to fit himself closer, but then, as soon as it started, it's over, and Myung keeps his eyes closed a little longer than necessary once they pull back, licking his lips and tasting Junsu there.
Myung's smile is a little sad, too, when he finally snaps out of his reverie, and looks back at Junsu, thumb brushing his cheek. ]
Me too. [ He chuckles. In plenty of ways, he agrees - just the rhythm they've set, the time they've been taking getting to know each other instead of jumping straight into bed, just that, in how different it is for Myung, it has felt like exactly what he needed.
But it's still good to hear it from other people, especially someone like Junsu, who gets Myung and his needs and how fucked up he can be better than most. ] You think?
I don't just think. I know it. That's my magic power.
[ he smiles. that's a joke, obviously. not one he'd make with just anyone, but myung... is myung. junsu will have to change how he fits into his life, but he doesn't want myung to become less important, and so he won't. he's still someone junsu trusts and loves and wants in his life. someone he can now make jokes about non existent magic powers now. ]
You're going to be good for each other, and you're going to be happy.
[ Myung chuckles, thumb brushing the side of Junsu's neck. He feels the same way, in that Junsu is way too important for him to be okay with things changing, and so - they'll manage, one way or another. They'll find the way they can be friends without the sex. Myung's done it before, and he can do it again. ]
Thank you. I hope so. I'll do my best to make him happy, anyway.
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his hand comes to the side of myung's face, and he closes the distance between them, kissing him softly. he doesn't want things to get desperate or sad, but he wants it to be a kiss that counts. so the emotion is there, in the slow intake of breath, the way he surges into it and finds that perfect fit of their lips. ]
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So one last kiss feels like a good way to say goodbye to this part of their relationship. It's a little bittersweet, but it's also soft and slow and sweet. Myung leans into it, tilts his head just so and licks at Junsu's lips, a small contented noise escaping him as he slides a hand into Junsu's hair.
It's pretty meaningful. ]
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I'll miss doing this with you. [ he smiles, soft and fond and sad too. ] I can't even threaten to kick Dal's ass if he doesn't treat you right because I know he'll do a good job. He's what you need.
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Myung's smile is a little sad, too, when he finally snaps out of his reverie, and looks back at Junsu, thumb brushing his cheek. ]
Me too. [ He chuckles. In plenty of ways, he agrees - just the rhythm they've set, the time they've been taking getting to know each other instead of jumping straight into bed, just that, in how different it is for Myung, it has felt like exactly what he needed.
But it's still good to hear it from other people, especially someone like Junsu, who gets Myung and his needs and how fucked up he can be better than most. ] You think?
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[ he smiles. that's a joke, obviously. not one he'd make with just anyone, but myung... is myung. junsu will have to change how he fits into his life, but he doesn't want myung to become less important, and so he won't. he's still someone junsu trusts and loves and wants in his life. someone he can now make jokes about non existent magic powers now. ]
You're going to be good for each other, and you're going to be happy.
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Thank you. I hope so. I'll do my best to make him happy, anyway.
[ He looks back up, smiling. ]
Thank you. [ He repeats, full of feeling. ]