[There’s a second of worry when Yoo Joonghyk laughs. He feels defensive, knowing he isn’t good at this, and wondering if he’s laughing at him. But Yoo Joonghyk seems to be laughing for the same reasons he was - a release of tension, pure relief. Maybe this moment was necessary.
It doesn’t matter anyway. He’s pulled close and all he can think about is wanting to keep kissing. He’ll never get used to how tall his soulmate is. How strong his back is, how much warmth spreads from him and into Kim Dokja.
Though, embarrassingly, he realizes this is going to turn him on if they keep going. He tries to push that down. He doesn’t want to come across as too needy.
He’s completely forgotten that people can see this, but maybe it doesn’t matter.]
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It doesn’t matter anyway. He’s pulled close and all he can think about is wanting to keep kissing. He’ll never get used to how tall his soulmate is. How strong his back is, how much warmth spreads from him and into Kim Dokja.
Though, embarrassingly, he realizes this is going to turn him on if they keep going. He tries to push that down. He doesn’t want to come across as too needy.
He’s completely forgotten that people can see this, but maybe it doesn’t matter.]