minjoon.
he wonders if this is what it’s like to be caught in the eye of the hurricane, minjoon’s constant robbing him of air leaving him positively KNOCKED OUT beyond description. “s– sorry,” is the only thing he can murmur in response, and yet kitae refuses to let go –– stubbornly making a home within the other’s arms despite the pink of his cheeks, the rapidness of his own chest. but at minjoon’s next words the younger FREEZES –– head retracts from minjoon’s chest to stare up at the other with flushed skin, a heartbeat that slows to an absolute HALT. that’s a good question, a part of him means to say –– but it comes out as “i– nah ... you– you’re too good ... too g–good for me, an–anyway.” instead, kitae’s eyes refusing to meet minjoon’s any longer. a shy smile attempts to form against his features, but the timidity wins over, and almost instantly kitae steps back altogether, wanting to fold into smaller pieces of himself all at once. “wh– where are we go– going, aga ... again?” do not, do not let your heart win over.
