“Come here. I’ll kiss you if you sit on my lap.”
He’s dead serious, and Eunji laughs in spite of herself. It is impossible, she thinks, that the lonely, laughing, mixed-up boy she met eleven days ago is looking at her like she’s set his world on fire. It’s impossible that she’s driven to the ends of the earth with him and found herself at home. It’s impossible that he’s wanted her, hated her, feared her, needed her—and now he’s gazing up at her with a resolute, mischievous look on his face.
It’s a dare, and Eunji never loses.
His pretty eyes widen as she drops to the dusty floor and drapes a leg across his thigh. His move, she thinks. It’s not too late to deflect: he is an expert at just-kidding, never-meant-it-in-the-first-place, don’t-come-too-close-or-I’ll-bite.
She wishes he would.
“No more phone calls,” he says, lifting a hand to cup her cheek: gaze softening, grin widening. “Look into my eyes and tell me that you love me.”
Her cheeks burn. They can talk themselves to death, the both of them. There are a million ways she could make more space between them—but space is all he’s been looking for, and he’s so bright it burns.
She smiles like a little kid—or the summer sun—or someone in love.
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Thank you darling @deermori for this heart-shaped, love-filled picture of my girl and her man! This is only the second commission I’ve ever gotten (thanks to being a broke grad student), but I couldn’t resist getting chibis from one of my absolute favorite artists in the fandom. She’s a delight in every way, and I’m gonna cherish this sweet piece of perfection forever and ever. 😘
