[ Maybe under other circumstances, Hyojung would have laughed it off. The line, Sungki’s dismissal of it. He might have made a joke out of it, just to keep feeling cool.
But it’s Sungki, and he doesn’t care. Somehow, he likes Hyojung, without the jokes and the attitude and everything. He takes him as is, without artifice, and Hyojung has grown so used to pretending it’s hard to shed it, sometimes. He chuckles, and then swallows hard. ]
Sorry, force of habit.
[ He smiles then as he lifts a hand to cup the side of Sungki’s face, holding him gently as he leans in, not hesitating anymore to lean in and kiss Sungki, taking his time with it, pressing their lips together in a tentative first kiss. ]
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But it’s Sungki, and he doesn’t care. Somehow, he likes Hyojung, without the jokes and the attitude and everything. He takes him as is, without artifice, and Hyojung has grown so used to pretending it’s hard to shed it, sometimes. He chuckles, and then swallows hard. ]
Sorry, force of habit.
[ He smiles then as he lifts a hand to cup the side of Sungki’s face, holding him gently as he leans in, not hesitating anymore to lean in and kiss Sungki, taking his time with it, pressing their lips together in a tentative first kiss. ]