( this is a happy memory. sluggish, like she's reluctant to do so, eunyu pulls back from him, her hands back to cupping his cheeks, now infinitely closer to him than she had been before. there's less mystery in this — no real question. his eyes are closed but she's still looking between them, staring hexed at his mouth. he isn't mysterious either, much as he'd like to be. the lines of his lips are perfectly legible to her, saying kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.
she doesn't. not yet. instead, and so low he wouldn't hear her if he was any further away, ) Open.
( she wants to see if happiness makes a difference. if this is how she gets hyunsu to be hyunsu then it's easy, even enjoyable — he can be soft for her, and she'll change the world for him. )
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she doesn't. not yet. instead, and so low he wouldn't hear her if he was any further away, ) Open.
( she wants to see if happiness makes a difference. if this is how she gets hyunsu to be hyunsu then it's easy, even enjoyable — he can be soft for her, and she'll change the world for him. )