Huh?

( her brows tie together in a confused knot, the fork not losing pressure on his throat until she glances down and remembers — she has bare skin pressed against the metal table tops, thighs distantly chilly from soaking up the cold. oh. she doesn't let herself get embarrassed, even if her shoulders roll to fight off the weird not-quiet insecurity that charges her veins when she looks back up to him, fork still pressed. in place.

what's most strange to her, is that she managed to forget at all. that putting clothes on hasn't been a priority, for however briefly she thought about it before. hyunsu is hyunsu. he could hurt everyone in the world, but he'd never hurt her. )

You've never seen a pair of legs before?

( the fork moves up, digging into the line of his jaw, a little like how someone would use a gun to prop someone's chin, to catch their attention. she's not sure why she does it, really. because hyunsu is responsive, or because she isn't scared in any way that isn't thrilling. a science experiment. biology.

curious, ) You weren't around when Hyunsu saw me dance. Do you have that memory?