Jung-Hwan felt wary ; anxiety and worry clinging to the back of his mind as he climbed onto Ji-Woon's lap, arms wrapping loosely around the other's waist as his vision was focused on the other's silver chains. He has no reason to worry, he knows this, and yet he can't keep his emotions in proper check. A hum left him — still a bit off-sounding — as his eyes slipped shut, leaning close to touch his forehead with Ji-Woon's. His sweetheart.
EYES SLIP CLOSED, a content smile set upon his lips. There’s his darling, his love. How much time had he sunk in to prove himself ? To prove his love ? Getting it now - it was such a reward. His darker side is ignored; it doesn’t need to be addressed. The only thing that matters is that us that he’d always clung to. Them. The two of them. He’d made it perfect. Taken away everything that was in the way, saved the only one he wanted alive, nursed him back to health, and gave him his life. Every waking moment was dedicated to loving Jung-Hwan. And now it’s finally noticed. It’s out. He can love fully without hesitation.
There’s no need for words. There aren’t words that can describe how he feels. How his heart aches in the best way. How his mind floods with nothing but Jung-Hwan. Ji-Woon’s lips find Jung-Hwan’s, and in moments it’s fervent kiss after fervent kiss. His arms go around and he clings.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.