@berilost : "ugh," a scoff sounds from irritated lips as arms wrap 'round him from behind. "you're absolutely insufferable." dry, monotone voices escapes but there's an ever so slight upwards curl of his lips, barely noticeable unless used to sungmin's habits. he doesn't make a move to pull away nor is there the burn that sears his skin when unwanted contact occurs yet he acts annoyed, as if his peace was broken by the other's actions. "go away, i wanna be alone." though his words contradict his actions.
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‘ eh... y’mean that, minnie? ‘ it’s rare to be vulnerable, the two knew rather well. a brush of lips against battered skin, a canvas in waiting. a hum of a song long forgotten to time, melodies left in a distant memory, hum of bluebirds and the spring breeze. the painting that lay in front of the two was a mirror of unforgiveness, remembered behind closed eyes... damning evidence lay before them, inching realization of a life coated with blood so thick... it could be mistaken for paint. so just ignore it, ignore it.
a hush of his name lingers upon scarred tiers, ‘ sungmin, y’look happy though... or well, i can kinda tell... ‘ a gentle gaze like the setting sun lingers behind own hair, holding the other much more closer against his chest. a heartbeat tells the truth, even if it’s faint, lingering like butterfly wings. naoki’s head resting on a broad shoulder, nuzzling faintly into brown streaks. ‘ if you want me to let go... i can, but for some reason, i think y’need it... ‘
maybe they both need it..
