( hao truly cannot help the fond way he looks up at hyunsu from his place on his shoulder, eyes big and starry. everything about him feels like a contradiction — he's big and strong, but soft and sweet. he could probably kill hao if he really wanted to (those — knife feather things hurt like a bitch; he healed from the gouges they'd made in his skin, yeah, but he's not so sure what would happen if they plunged all the way through him, mangled up his insides), but instead, he cards his fingers through hao's hair. )
I can't believe you like me. ( and as soon as he says it, he's immediately grossed out by the feeling of being vulnerable instead of a thousand percent self-confident. with a shake of his head, he sits up to reach for his tea, which has long gone cold (he was distracted by his phone, okay??), taking a sip. )
I mean. I just thought you'd wanna hook up, maybe.
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I can't believe you like me. ( and as soon as he says it, he's immediately grossed out by the feeling of being vulnerable instead of a thousand percent self-confident. with a shake of his head, he sits up to reach for his tea, which has long gone cold (he was distracted by his phone, okay??), taking a sip. )
I mean. I just thought you'd wanna hook up, maybe.