"here—" the overly large teddy bear held in his arms is shifted slightly, before he pushes it out, forcing moonjo to take it into his own arms. there is chatter from disappointed children that they lost the carnival game, but that matters little to jongwoo now. what matters more is giving the older man a sense of normalcy. a sense of something more than the life that he'd left behind. with little thought, he shifts in to put an arm around moonjo's waist. even with the stuffed toy between them, jongwoo presses in close and moves in to press a kiss to his cheek. "—for you."
there's something about this that's a bit suffocating. whether it's the fear of prying eyes, a lingering remnant of saccharine ― rotten maternal words whispered in his troubled ears, or something else ... he can't say he's sure. all he knows is that he feels almost out of place. in the face of society, of those who have grown up with things other than decrepit houses & orphanage walls falling apart at the foundation. (those who have grown up with houses that are more than the presence of blood, blood, & more blood.)
he'd stayed off to the side, trying to focus mostly on jongwoo's own focus for the game. it's endearing, it's cute, it does wonders to quiet his own somewhat dazed thoughts. jongwoo's competitive smile is a beacon that he grasps onto amidst the static of chatter around him. jongwoo's hand reaching out to the prize is a distraction from the way the older man has become all too aware of his sunken face & lanky limbs in the midst of the people who push past, trying to move to different parts of the grounds.
eyes, that stay open not out of choice, but of necessity, this time, trail after the younger man's figure as he comes up beside him. there's a moment where he hardly even registers the sudden soft feeling of fabric against his hands, a sharp contrast from the reflexes he's displayed in the past. (an ability to disarm & turn it back on someone else, something displayed on jongwoo himself, on that fateful day back when eden fell.) rather, yucheon looks almost helpless as he wraps the gift up in his arms with a gesture that's a bit too big for the size of it, & a grip that's a bit too tight.
where jongwoo's kiss would be entirely reciprocated ― met with an eagerness that you would be hard-pressed to find anywhere else ― instead, the taller man finds himself inclined to shrink against the other's touch, as if he could bury himself into him. or the stuffed animal. either would work at this moment.
"it's cute." a nod, slowly, before finally turning his head a bit to meet jongwoo's gaze. tone finds itself a bit slurred, not putting the same sort of energy he does into keeping up a more stable persona, like he usually would in such social situations. "... you were really into that, babe."