( beginning ) — g00db0ys
— Suho had sat quietly to watch the other draw, it was something he always enjoyed to see, the way that they so effortlessly created images on a blank page—he had done some drawing of his own in his own time, but he found it wasn’t anything comparable to what Tyson could do. Perhaps it was the way their hands moved or the expression that wrote itself over their face that fascinated him so, he wasn’t quite sure but he always found comfort in being the room when the other was drawing. Except for now as their sketchbook hit the ground, he could hear and see the frustration they expressed. ❝ Tyson- ❞ Suho was up within minutes, not giving much thought to his next few actions as he pushed Tyson against the wall, his lips colliding with theirs in a mind numbing kiss for the both of them. Though once he felt the other relax, he pulled back. ❝ Are you calm now? ❞ he asked, but it was evident his words didn’t make it through to the other. He sighed softly, but rather than repeating himself he leaned in to press his lips to theirs once more. Just to be sure they were calmed down. Or perhaps it was because he preferred the feeling over speaking.
