[ All of this is so weird.. it's a good thing that Sejoon isn't questioning it, because Minhwan wouldn't be able to give him a good explanation for any of this whatsoever. Usually when they're near each other things are always hard, sharp, but that's the way Minhwan likes. He loves it when Sejoon is angry and intense and trying so hard to make him bend to his will, yet never reaching the point where he actually wins from Minhwan.
.. but what does that make this? There's nothing hard about it this time. Instead everything is just soft and warm and unlike anything he's ever felt before. But it's not.. bad. It's not something that's giving him the dokis either, but he can't deny that it feels nice to get a different kind of attention from Sejoon for once. It's just what's behind it that he doesn't get. The Sejoon that carried him here, that waited until he woke up, that climbed into his bed when he asked and is now stroking his face - all versions of him that Minhwan never thought he'd see aimed at him. There was no reason to, after all.
And yet they're still here like this now. ]
You're such a weird guy.
[ It's half-mumbled against Sejoon's chest from where he's lying, his eyes still closed. But there's nothing sharp about the words, nothing in it that's designed to make Sejoon throw a fit or at least get him worked up. They sound oddly genuine, and it's because they are. He doesn't get how Sejoon can care so much in general, let alone already display this much towards him. ]
I don't get it.
[ And yet he doesn't move an inch, nor does he do anything at all to stop Sejoon from stroking his head like that. ]
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.. but what does that make this? There's nothing hard about it this time. Instead everything is just soft and warm and unlike anything he's ever felt before. But it's not.. bad. It's not something that's giving him the dokis either, but he can't deny that it feels nice to get a different kind of attention from Sejoon for once. It's just what's behind it that he doesn't get. The Sejoon that carried him here, that waited until he woke up, that climbed into his bed when he asked and is now stroking his face - all versions of him that Minhwan never thought he'd see aimed at him. There was no reason to, after all.
And yet they're still here like this now. ]
You're such a weird guy.
[ It's half-mumbled against Sejoon's chest from where he's lying, his eyes still closed. But there's nothing sharp about the words, nothing in it that's designed to make Sejoon throw a fit or at least get him worked up. They sound oddly genuine, and it's because they are. He doesn't get how Sejoon can care so much in general, let alone already display this much towards him. ]
I don't get it.
[ And yet he doesn't move an inch, nor does he do anything at all to stop Sejoon from stroking his head like that. ]