rough touch
☂ The outcome: 26. My muse pins yours to the ground.
{ *closed, not accepting any more.}
Kyungsoo’s eyes are glowering as he stares at the slightly taller male, a tiny plastic shot glass of flu medicine in his fingers. “You gotta take it, Alex. You have a fever.” Naturally, the other didn’t want to. Flu medicine in liquid form.. Hell, it was like taking a shot of dish soap mixed with artificial cherry flavoring. It didn’t taste edible. It didn’t even smell edible. But Kyungsoo is determined, and as he steps closer, Alex sort of.. Freaks out, popping the little plastic cup out of the florist’s hands and sending the medicine right down the front of his shirt. And that’s when the shorter really loses his patience. He grabs the entire bottle and flings himself at Alex-- and they crash to the floor, and Kyungsoo uses his knees to pin the other’s arms down, the look on his face menacing as he unscrews the cap off of the medicine bottle.
“Say ahhhhhh...”
