( he's just hyunsu with his eyes closed. the same guy who almost killed himself on the day they met, the same one who made a pinky promise with him in a stairwell at the end of the world. the same one who protected her for a year because he didn't want to disappoint her with the reality of who he is. he's on a level with her now, his face right there. small hands reach up and palm back his hair, thumbs following the hollows of his cheeks. stroking over the dips and heights of his face, the tip of his nose, his soft eyelids, the pink smudge of his mouth. she lets out a thoughtful hum while she strokes at him, a little like she's wielding a paintbrush in had, coating him in her affection. )
You like it when I touch you?
( her voice is low, suggestive. testing the water. )
no subject
You like it when I touch you?
( her voice is low, suggestive. testing the water. )
Keep them closed.