PUKE's soft lips brush against your knuckles, forcing a soft sigh to escape past your lips and a bright red blush to blossom across your cheeks. When you think that it might be a dream, his intense gaze anchors you to this moment and makes your heart skip a beat.
Neither of you dare to say a word, allowing the moment of unspoken affection to linger for a while. The sensation of his lips against your skin ignites a spark within you, awakening something that you cannot quite name. As he lowers your hand, PUKE intertwines your fingers and rests his head against your shoulder, seeking your warmth and affection.
[ but it's fine. he will rally. he will not let this get him down.
hsy may think that he's left her on read when no reply comes after ten minutes, but it turns out that he was just busy typing up his own version. ]
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Sooyoung's soft lips brush against your knuckles, forcing a groan of disgust to escape past your lips and a pained grimace to spread across your lips. When you think that it might be a dream, her intense gaze anchors you to this moment and makes your heart skip a beat in dread.
Neither of you dare to say a word, allowing the moment of unspoken antagonism to linger for a while. The sensation of her lips against your skin ignites a spark within you, awakening something that you cannot quite name. (Actually, it's annoyance.) As she lowers your hand, Sooyoung intertwines your fingers and rests her head against your shoulder, seeking your warmth and affection.
Unfortunately, you don't give it to her and push her off instead.
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PUKE's soft lips brush against your knuckles, forcing a soft sigh to escape past your lips and a bright red blush to blossom across your cheeks. When you think that it might be a dream, his intense gaze anchors you to this moment and makes your heart skip a beat.
Neither of you dare to say a word, allowing the moment of unspoken affection to linger for a while. The sensation of his lips against your skin ignites a spark within you, awakening something that you cannot quite name. As he lowers your hand, PUKE intertwines your fingers and rests his head against your shoulder, seeking your warmth and affection.
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hsy may think that he's left her on read when no reply comes after ten minutes, but it turns out that he was just busy typing up his own version. ]
Revised revised version:
Sooyoung's soft lips brush against your knuckles, forcing a groan of disgust to escape past your lips and a pained grimace to spread across your lips. When you think that it might be a dream, her intense gaze anchors you to this moment and makes your heart skip a beat in dread.
Neither of you dare to say a word, allowing the moment of unspoken antagonism to linger for a while. The sensation of her lips against your skin ignites a spark within you, awakening something that you cannot quite name. (Actually, it's annoyance.) As she lowers your hand, Sooyoung intertwines your fingers and rests her head against your shoulder, seeking your warmth and affection.
Unfortunately, you don't give it to her and push her off instead.
[ damn, he would never make it as a writer. ]
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Or as I like to call it: efficiency.
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you're getting more
unless i pass out
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