[His reactions must be slowed from exhaustion. He'll blame it on that. He's still trying to process those looks Yoo Joonghyk is giving him, the tone of his voice when he makes that statement, when suddenly he's being grabbed again by those stupidly strong arms. When his own hands come up to steady himself by holding onto those biceps, they feel like rocks under his palms.
The sound that escapes him when Yoo Joonghyk presses his lips to his is one he'd like to forget ever happened. But immediately it's too intense, to the point where he can feel his own brain short-circuiting. He doesn't stand a chance at keeping up.
He flinches at the bite, lips parting as a reaction to the sudden pain. At the same time, it sends a jolt down his spine.
He's pretty sure a bite isn't supposed to feel good.]
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The sound that escapes him when Yoo Joonghyk presses his lips to his is one he'd like to forget ever happened. But immediately it's too intense, to the point where he can feel his own brain short-circuiting. He doesn't stand a chance at keeping up.
He flinches at the bite, lips parting as a reaction to the sudden pain. At the same time, it sends a jolt down his spine.
He's pretty sure a bite isn't supposed to feel good.]