Fuck you.
{ ` a flash of surprise, then clouded by a storm of mixed emotions ; of longing, of regrets, and pain, and love } It’s been so long, and that’s the first words you say to me? { ` the voice that uttered those words were almost foreign, husky and almost unused, as though he had long forgotten the proper way of speaking - and in this case, it had been a long time since they two had exchanged words, exchanges glances, even stood in each other’s presence } Are you sure … that’s what you wanted to say? { ` boldly, as though he was channeling the many endless days of wishing for this very moment through himself, he walked over, standing right in front of the very person he had been longing to see, to speak with, to touch. dark eyes studied the other male’s face, and everything was unfocused, yet focused, the world around him blurring, but - in a most cliched manner - the features of youngmin standing out in sharp, defined contrast } Do you know how long I’ve — { ` he couldn’t remember what he wanted to say, nor did he want to stop and remember, instead closing the remaining gap between them and reaching for the other’s wrist, pulling him rather forcefully towards himself and pressing his mouth against the others, their lips crashing together painfully at the initial contact, but he couldn't care less - not now, not ever. in that very moment ... he was content. of course, that wasn't to say the other felt the same way, but just the kiss was enough to alleviate some of the pain he felt, and he was prepared to take whatever the other threw at him }