[ It's possible that Kwang is a little surprised by the response. He wants Junsu to be happy and pleased, of course, but he didn't expect the tears, the overwhelming feeling that rises in his chest at hearing it.
His arms close around Junsu, pulling him closer, and he leans down to kiss Junsu's temple, a frown on his own face. ]
Are you okay? I'm sorry if it was too much.
[ Fingers rub along Junsu's back, as gentle as he can make them, his free hand cradling the back of his boyfriend's head. Junsu can probably hear how fast his heart is beating, at this point.
But he doesn't matter, right now, not when Junsu's crying. ]
[ kwang's heart is beating fast and so is junsu's. he shakes his head against his chest, then lifts it so he can look at kwang. ]
No.
[ he sniffles, then smiles, even though he bets he looks a bit wrecked, red eyes and wet cheeks and red nose, but he can't exactly stop crying when kwang gifted him something which might be small in his eyes, but huge in junsu's.
after spending his life hearing from the people around him who supposedly loved him that he needed to grow up, that he was delusional, that he was crazy, that magic was never something he could have — being gifted it is beyond measure. ]
[ The worry recedes a little when Junsu insists that it's not too much - that was the part that had gripped Kwang the most, that maybe he'd scare him away by going too far too fast.
It's not small, in Kwang's eyes. It's huge. It's important, because it's more than just magic. He's giving away a piece of himself, and giving it t Junsu to guard and care for. It's definitely not small.
Kwang takes a small breath, and finally smiles, looking down at Junsu, leaning in for a gentle kiss. ]
I'm glad you like it. It was important for me that you have this.
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His arms close around Junsu, pulling him closer, and he leans down to kiss Junsu's temple, a frown on his own face. ]
Are you okay? I'm sorry if it was too much.
[ Fingers rub along Junsu's back, as gentle as he can make them, his free hand cradling the back of his boyfriend's head. Junsu can probably hear how fast his heart is beating, at this point.
But he doesn't matter, right now, not when Junsu's crying. ]
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No.
[ he sniffles, then smiles, even though he bets he looks a bit wrecked, red eyes and wet cheeks and red nose, but he can't exactly stop crying when kwang gifted him something which might be small in his eyes, but huge in junsu's.
after spending his life hearing from the people around him who supposedly loved him that he needed to grow up, that he was delusional, that he was crazy, that magic was never something he could have — being gifted it is beyond measure. ]
It's perfect.
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It's not small, in Kwang's eyes. It's huge. It's important, because it's more than just magic. He's giving away a piece of himself, and giving it t Junsu to guard and care for. It's definitely not small.
Kwang takes a small breath, and finally smiles, looking down at Junsu, leaning in for a gentle kiss. ]
I'm glad you like it. It was important for me that you have this.