( it feels a very adolescent thing to do — she felt like a girl the last time she crossed pinkies with hyunsu, a hundred years younger, willingly accepting her world was the lobby of their apartment building. compared to where she is now, her younger self almost looks idealistic, optimistic. dreamy, soaked up in some dumb crush. she frowns and looks at their hands, bringing her free one up to manipulate hyunsu's thumb to press against hers. this is familiar, too. reliving some memory. she almost expects eunhyuk to interrupt them and ruin the moment.

he doesn't. it's just them. eunyu is in hindsight a little thrilled at what she might've done if eunhyuk didn't interrupt their first promise, and likewise a little affronted by her current self showing restraint in going forward. anyway, she's not giggling or laughing at him now — her expression is serious and intense and a little watery, like she forgot how to be charming, if she ever was. )

It means ... ( there's little appeal in hiding secrets from hyunsu now — anything could happen tomorrow, and he'd never know, and she'd have to hate herself for it. ) When I'm ready to take what I want from you, you'll let me have it.

( her free hand moves up and catches his face, holding him in place. with intention: )

You know what I mean, right?