A Little Thing Called Love
TITLE: A Little Thing Called Love could I be more original?
Author: ailaling1017
Genre: romance, fluff supposedly angst
Verse: expanded
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior...although I wish I did. stupid story whut story is mine ~ xD * bricked*
Rating: PG-13
Status/Length: Complete; One-Shot 2,494W
Pairing: KyuMin DUH
Summary: A sequel to ailaling1017.livejournal.com/7862.html
A/N: This is long overdue well, all my fics are ~ OMG I'm halfway through Chapter 4 of Quaint and IDK WTH's wrong with me. I can't seem to finish it. (read: minnijanni ) ~ Self-beta-ed as usual. Grammatical errors are a must! *dodges bricks*
"Kyu?"
"Hmmm?"
"Are you okay?"
Kyuhyun tore his gaze off of his laptop screen which displayed blinking words that read GAME OVER - only to realize that he wasn't even playing anymore. He lifted his head to look at his roommate who was staring at him inquiringly with wide brown-eyes.
"Y-y-yes. I'm okay. What makes you think otherwise?" he raised his eyebrows at his hyung.
"Nothing. You just seem... so distant. You've been spacing out a lot lately. Have you been eating well?" the older man unconsciously put his hands on his hips as he lectured his dongsaeng.
"Oh please hyung. Stop that. You act just like my mother, no, slash that, you're worse than my mother." he snapped.
"Kyuhyun-ah..." the elder man could only sigh in frustration.
Kyuhyun saw the momentary flash of hurt in his hyung's eyes and he wanted to smack himself then and there. He felt a strong urge to stand up and envelop his hyung in his arms as he seemed so vulnerable at the time but he decided to have a go at a joke instead.
"O-o-of course I've been eating well! It's not like I have a choice anyway. Wookie demands that I eat his dishes or else who knows what he'll do to me."
"Oh. Okay. You should get more sleep I guess. You know, acne aint really a pretty sight.” Sungmin merely chuckled as he taunted his dongsaeng before he turned serious.
“Seriously Kyuhyun-ah, you should rest. You must be so stressed. What with the musical and taping for Foresight - and that’s even above our already jam-packed schedule."
Kyuhyun was speechless as Sungmin made to close his laptop lid. He decided on staying silent as the elder sat himself in front of him on the floor in an Indian sitting position.
“Kyuhyun-ah. You know you can’t hide anything from me. Spit it out.”
“Aisssh hyung. It’s nothing really. As you’ve said, I’m just tired.” Kyuhyun said exasperatedly.
“Kyuhyun-ah…” Sungmin shot his dongsaeng a warning look.
Kyuhyun opened his mouth but no words came out. Up to now, he couldn’t really quite fathom how the small man in front of him could always render him speechless without fail. He was worried since the others had taken his treatment of Sungmin as aloof, indifferent even. But how was he supposed to defend himself? To keep his face straight whenever Sungmin went too near, to shoot back a snarky comment whenever Sungmin talked to him, to brush off Sungmin’s offers at comfort - weren’t because he didn’t care. If only they could understand that it was all he could do to keep the erratic beating of his heart at bay whenever Sungmin got too close for comfort. He knew he had to hide his feelings for the fear of being rejected. The fear that, if not for the incident only a mere month ago, he wouldn’t have had known that he shared with the precious man in front of him.
Kyuhyun felt himself stiffen when he felt Sungmin’s soft fingers brush against his wet cheeks. He didn’t even realize that he was crying. He mentally cursed himself for being so weak, and in front of the person whom he had worked so hard to impress since the beginning. So much for his cool image, he thought.
“Kyuhyun-ah. It’s okay. You can tell me.” Sungmin urged at his dongsaeng as he wrapped protective arms around the now sobbing Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun felt himself shaking as he cried his heart out for the first time in what seemed years. He didn’t know what to say. How could he tell Sungmin that he was the reason for all his tears? How will he be able to explain his feelings? How, how in the world would he make the other realize that they were meant for each other despite the other’s reasons - the reasons he himself made known just a month ago in his so-called audition script.
Then, it hit him. Just because he was feeling emotional at the moment, doesn’t mean his intellectual capacity has decreased one bit. In fact, his mind was as sharp as it ever could be. He figured a little “revenge” wouldn’t hurt.
“Hyung…” he started.
Sungmin remained silent and Kyuhyun felt the elder’s chin which was resting on top of his head move, as if nodding. Kyuhyun made to continue.
“It’s just…so…hard.”
“Sssshhh. Nothing in life is easy Kyuhyun-ah. You should know that by now. Remember what Siwon said?”
Kyuhyun merely nodded.
“God-gives-us-trials-not-to-forsake-us-but-to-make-us-stronger. He-wouldn’t- give-us-crosses-which-we-couldn’t-carry-anyway.” they both recited simultaneously.
Truly, Siwon’s preaching could get a little too much at times but it definitely comes in handy. They found themselves guffawing at the thought of Siwon’s errrr…words of wisdom…rubbing off on them. If someone walked in on them, he would’ve thought that they were just fooling around, rolling on the floor laughing together. When both of them finally calmed down from their laughing fit, Kyuhyun found himself lying on his back with Sungmin on top of him. How they came to that rather compromising position, no one could ever tell. For a moment, Kyuhyun felt himself stiffen at the close proximity of Sungmin’s face which could’ve only been inches apart from his. He was pretty sure that if he moved in the slightest, their lips would’ve met.
As if on cue, Sungmin hoisted himself up on his arms on either side of Kyuhyun’s head.
“So, spill.” Sungmin said as he straightened himself up onto his previous sitting position.
“Uhhh… It’s nothing really big hyung. I was just being emotional. It’s just that our PD-nim at the musical was in a bad mood today, and well, let’s just say I’m kind of his flavor of the month.”
“He likes you?” Sungmin raised his eyebrows skeptically at his dongsaeng.
“HA! Well, yeah. If your definition of like is shouting at the object of your affection every five minutes or so.” Kyuhyun scoffed.
“Oh. That kind of flavor of the month.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Come on. It can’t be that bad.”
“Oh no. You don’t know Jisook-hyungnim. It can be THAT bad.”
“Oh. So, what happened?”
“Hmmm. Nothing really. He just threw his clipboard at me when I messed up my lines for the fifteenth time.”
“Woah. Are those lines in English? How come you can’t memorize them? As you have said, you’re Cho Kyuhyun, math genius extraordinaire.”
Sungmin observed that Kyuhyun’s shoulders visibly slouched as the younger stared at his own fidgety fingers. He wanted to squish the maknae but he figured that he was being serious. He made to hug his dongsaeng instead as he drew small circles on the other’s back.
“Hyung?”
“Hmmm?”
“Can I ask you for a favor?”
“Sure. What is it?”
“C-c-can you h-h-help me practice?” Sungmin found himself chuckling before saying: “Okay. Let’s hear it.”
Kyuhyun cleared his throat before he continued:
“I could vividly remember that one fine day, five summers ago - the scorching heat was burning at the back of my skull as I first step foot into unfamiliar territory - yet I felt colder than the Himalayas deep inside. Glares weren’t really a welcoming sight, you see. I felt more alone than ever. Being a newbie never really did suit me. I became aloof - cold even - a far cry from my personality. But amidst the sea of blank stares and angry faces, I found a little ray of sunshine in those pouty lips of yours which were upturned in a smile - then I said to myself, this may not have to be that bad after all. And thanks to you, it wasn’t. You were the one to defend me whenever I got scolded and you were the one who always bothered to see beyond the haughty façade that I hid myself with. So I tried my best to seclude myself from the world…from you… I admit it was a defense mechanism on my part. If there’s one thing in this world that I despise the most, it would be rejection. The worst of physical pains I could deal with, but rejection is something I could not bear. Which is why although I would’ve dreamed for us to be more than friends, it didn’t occur to me to ask for something more from you. After all, I considered myself very lucky just by having you as my friend. But then again, too much self-control might be detrimental at times. It didn’t help that I was uncertain, doubtful even, that someone as perfect as you, would reciprocate the feelings from someone like me. Who am I anyway? I was just a rookie - nothing special. Still, you were too kind to abandon me when I felt that the others hated me. Still, I considered it as that - just kindness. It must’ve got something to do with coming from an affluent family - my father’s word is Law, you see - I grew up bending to every command he made so that I may be deemed as the perfect son, hoping that someday, my parents may find it in their hearts to love me, even with condition. I thirsted to be loved and I tried my hardest to be the best so that I could achieve what I have yearned for all these years. My mother was musically inclined so I worked my butt off through the tedious voice lessons which were followed by either piano or clarinet lessons. My father valued education so I tried and succeeded to excel in that too. When people told me it would be cool if I could dance well too, I swear I stayed in the practice rooms dancing until my legs gave off. When I come to think of it, I never really did things because I wanted it - and when I dig deeper to find out what it really is that I want, I surprise myself at the simplicity of it all - I just wanted to, well, be loved. I must’ve been too blind not to see that you were the one who was always there for me. They say friends come and go but you were, and still are a permanent fixture in my life. LOVE - a simple four-lettered word - merely two syllables - yet it holds so much meaning that no man could ever fathom. Looking back, I think I may have been one of those fools who never really did know the essence of the word. True, I may have had an inkling of it here and there - but that was just that. They say: “You do not find love, love finds you.” - but then again, I brought it upon my hands to do so. I was not one to stay put and wait for that single drop of rain to fall after a long drought. To add, I was desperate enough as it is. I believed that in order for you to achieve great things, you have to do great measures to attain it - and do great measures I did. But I am only human and therefore am bound to fail. When you come to think of it, I don’t regret doing all those foolish things in my quest for the elusive thing called love. If there’s one thing I regret - it might’ve been because I came to look at all the wrong places. I spent my whole life wanting to be loved that I didn’t even recognize love anymore when it was being directed at me. I could be dense sometimes, okay, considering what has become of us, I am dense all the time. I should’ve known that the things you did for me mean so much more than what meets the eye. Still, I considered all of it as a part of my illusion. You were just too good to be true. Then it dawned upon me why you always stayed up with me at nights when I was heartbroken, why you were always there to hold my hand in times of trouble, why you were always willing to play Starcraft with me even though you basically suck at it, why you were always there to reassure, to listen, to simply be present at all times. You actually love me. Never in my life did I expect someone to love me without anything in return and you did just that. Then I realized that this is truly what love is - unconditional. And I’ve got to say this to you before I go crazy. Five years, as you’ve said, is not a short time after all. I think… No, I know. I’m madly in love with you. I always have, and I probably would, always will.”
Sungmin could only blink as the man before him stopped speaking. Kyuhyun was out of breath, not to mention, scared out of his wits. He was unsure of Sungmin’s reaction. What if Sungmin didn’t love him back? What if Sungmin actually memorized those lines beforehand and the blank paper meant nothing? What if…?
Kyuhyun’s trail of thoughts was interrupted as Sungmin edged in closer to him, the elder’s face a mere few inches from the former’s and he wondered whether Sungmin could hear the wild thumping of his heart.
“Kyu?”
“Hmmm?”
“What’s the title of your musical again?”
“Errr… The Three Musketeers.” Kyuhyun gulped. Sungmin wasn’t exactly as stupid as he looks.
Kyuhyun was mentally preparing himself for the storm that is sure to come when he felt himself shut his eyelids as he felt himself being gathered up in a hug so tight he was sure he might’ve broken a rib or two. They stayed like that for a while. With Sungmin kneeling over Kyuhyun, the younger’s head beneath the former’s chin. Kyuhyun’s hand wrapped firmly around the elder’s waist whilst Sungmin traced circles on Kyuhyun’s back. It felt surreal to Kyuhyun. He knew it was a dream, it had to be. Like Sungmin, it was too good to be true. He was jolted out of his reveries when he felt something wet drop onto his cheek. He then realized that Sungmin was crying as he looked up at him. He cupped the elder’s cheeks and made to wipe the tears that were now flowing freely from those chocolate orbs which he loved so much.
“Hyung. Why are you crying?”
“There’s no Starcraft yet in the seventeenth century. You silly!”
Kyuhyun never got to think of a snarky comeback as all of the grey matter in his brain seemed to turn into goo (as if that’s possible, he thought). He wasn’t quite sure when Sungmin jumped him. He found himself in a messy tangle of limbs and he could do little to protest as he fell onto his back with Sungmin laying atop him. They stared at each other’s eyes for what seemed like eternity. Five years, after all, felt like eternity. Kyuhyun knew he waited too long for this so he didn't hesitate one bit to tilt his head up when he felt arms encircle his neck. And then lips.
Author: ailaling1017
Genre: romance, fluff supposedly angst
Verse: expanded
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior...although I wish I did. stupid story whut story is mine ~ xD * bricked*
Rating: PG-13
Status/Length: Complete; One-Shot 2,494W
Pairing: KyuMin DUH
Summary: A sequel to ailaling1017.livejournal.com/7862.html
A/N: This is long overdue well, all my fics are ~ OMG I'm halfway through Chapter 4 of Quaint and IDK WTH's wrong with me. I can't seem to finish it. (read: minnijanni ) ~ Self-beta-ed as usual. Grammatical errors are a must! *dodges bricks*
"Kyu?"
"Hmmm?"
"Are you okay?"
Kyuhyun tore his gaze off of his laptop screen which displayed blinking words that read GAME OVER - only to realize that he wasn't even playing anymore. He lifted his head to look at his roommate who was staring at him inquiringly with wide brown-eyes.
"Y-y-yes. I'm okay. What makes you think otherwise?" he raised his eyebrows at his hyung.
"Nothing. You just seem... so distant. You've been spacing out a lot lately. Have you been eating well?" the older man unconsciously put his hands on his hips as he lectured his dongsaeng.
"Oh please hyung. Stop that. You act just like my mother, no, slash that, you're worse than my mother." he snapped.
"Kyuhyun-ah..." the elder man could only sigh in frustration.
Kyuhyun saw the momentary flash of hurt in his hyung's eyes and he wanted to smack himself then and there. He felt a strong urge to stand up and envelop his hyung in his arms as he seemed so vulnerable at the time but he decided to have a go at a joke instead.
"O-o-of course I've been eating well! It's not like I have a choice anyway. Wookie demands that I eat his dishes or else who knows what he'll do to me."
"Oh. Okay. You should get more sleep I guess. You know, acne aint really a pretty sight.” Sungmin merely chuckled as he taunted his dongsaeng before he turned serious.
“Seriously Kyuhyun-ah, you should rest. You must be so stressed. What with the musical and taping for Foresight - and that’s even above our already jam-packed schedule."
Kyuhyun was speechless as Sungmin made to close his laptop lid. He decided on staying silent as the elder sat himself in front of him on the floor in an Indian sitting position.
“Kyuhyun-ah. You know you can’t hide anything from me. Spit it out.”
“Aisssh hyung. It’s nothing really. As you’ve said, I’m just tired.” Kyuhyun said exasperatedly.
“Kyuhyun-ah…” Sungmin shot his dongsaeng a warning look.
Kyuhyun opened his mouth but no words came out. Up to now, he couldn’t really quite fathom how the small man in front of him could always render him speechless without fail. He was worried since the others had taken his treatment of Sungmin as aloof, indifferent even. But how was he supposed to defend himself? To keep his face straight whenever Sungmin went too near, to shoot back a snarky comment whenever Sungmin talked to him, to brush off Sungmin’s offers at comfort - weren’t because he didn’t care. If only they could understand that it was all he could do to keep the erratic beating of his heart at bay whenever Sungmin got too close for comfort. He knew he had to hide his feelings for the fear of being rejected. The fear that, if not for the incident only a mere month ago, he wouldn’t have had known that he shared with the precious man in front of him.
Kyuhyun felt himself stiffen when he felt Sungmin’s soft fingers brush against his wet cheeks. He didn’t even realize that he was crying. He mentally cursed himself for being so weak, and in front of the person whom he had worked so hard to impress since the beginning. So much for his cool image, he thought.
“Kyuhyun-ah. It’s okay. You can tell me.” Sungmin urged at his dongsaeng as he wrapped protective arms around the now sobbing Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun felt himself shaking as he cried his heart out for the first time in what seemed years. He didn’t know what to say. How could he tell Sungmin that he was the reason for all his tears? How will he be able to explain his feelings? How, how in the world would he make the other realize that they were meant for each other despite the other’s reasons - the reasons he himself made known just a month ago in his so-called audition script.
Then, it hit him. Just because he was feeling emotional at the moment, doesn’t mean his intellectual capacity has decreased one bit. In fact, his mind was as sharp as it ever could be. He figured a little “revenge” wouldn’t hurt.
“Hyung…” he started.
Sungmin remained silent and Kyuhyun felt the elder’s chin which was resting on top of his head move, as if nodding. Kyuhyun made to continue.
“It’s just…so…hard.”
“Sssshhh. Nothing in life is easy Kyuhyun-ah. You should know that by now. Remember what Siwon said?”
Kyuhyun merely nodded.
“God-gives-us-trials-not-to-forsake-us-but-to-make-us-stronger. He-wouldn’t- give-us-crosses-which-we-couldn’t-carry-anyway.” they both recited simultaneously.
Truly, Siwon’s preaching could get a little too much at times but it definitely comes in handy. They found themselves guffawing at the thought of Siwon’s errrr…words of wisdom…rubbing off on them. If someone walked in on them, he would’ve thought that they were just fooling around, rolling on the floor laughing together. When both of them finally calmed down from their laughing fit, Kyuhyun found himself lying on his back with Sungmin on top of him. How they came to that rather compromising position, no one could ever tell. For a moment, Kyuhyun felt himself stiffen at the close proximity of Sungmin’s face which could’ve only been inches apart from his. He was pretty sure that if he moved in the slightest, their lips would’ve met.
As if on cue, Sungmin hoisted himself up on his arms on either side of Kyuhyun’s head.
“So, spill.” Sungmin said as he straightened himself up onto his previous sitting position.
“Uhhh… It’s nothing really big hyung. I was just being emotional. It’s just that our PD-nim at the musical was in a bad mood today, and well, let’s just say I’m kind of his flavor of the month.”
“He likes you?” Sungmin raised his eyebrows skeptically at his dongsaeng.
“HA! Well, yeah. If your definition of like is shouting at the object of your affection every five minutes or so.” Kyuhyun scoffed.
“Oh. That kind of flavor of the month.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Come on. It can’t be that bad.”
“Oh no. You don’t know Jisook-hyungnim. It can be THAT bad.”
“Oh. So, what happened?”
“Hmmm. Nothing really. He just threw his clipboard at me when I messed up my lines for the fifteenth time.”
“Woah. Are those lines in English? How come you can’t memorize them? As you have said, you’re Cho Kyuhyun, math genius extraordinaire.”
Sungmin observed that Kyuhyun’s shoulders visibly slouched as the younger stared at his own fidgety fingers. He wanted to squish the maknae but he figured that he was being serious. He made to hug his dongsaeng instead as he drew small circles on the other’s back.
“Hyung?”
“Hmmm?”
“Can I ask you for a favor?”
“Sure. What is it?”
“C-c-can you h-h-help me practice?” Sungmin found himself chuckling before saying: “Okay. Let’s hear it.”
Kyuhyun cleared his throat before he continued:
“I could vividly remember that one fine day, five summers ago - the scorching heat was burning at the back of my skull as I first step foot into unfamiliar territory - yet I felt colder than the Himalayas deep inside. Glares weren’t really a welcoming sight, you see. I felt more alone than ever. Being a newbie never really did suit me. I became aloof - cold even - a far cry from my personality. But amidst the sea of blank stares and angry faces, I found a little ray of sunshine in those pouty lips of yours which were upturned in a smile - then I said to myself, this may not have to be that bad after all. And thanks to you, it wasn’t. You were the one to defend me whenever I got scolded and you were the one who always bothered to see beyond the haughty façade that I hid myself with. So I tried my best to seclude myself from the world…from you… I admit it was a defense mechanism on my part. If there’s one thing in this world that I despise the most, it would be rejection. The worst of physical pains I could deal with, but rejection is something I could not bear. Which is why although I would’ve dreamed for us to be more than friends, it didn’t occur to me to ask for something more from you. After all, I considered myself very lucky just by having you as my friend. But then again, too much self-control might be detrimental at times. It didn’t help that I was uncertain, doubtful even, that someone as perfect as you, would reciprocate the feelings from someone like me. Who am I anyway? I was just a rookie - nothing special. Still, you were too kind to abandon me when I felt that the others hated me. Still, I considered it as that - just kindness. It must’ve got something to do with coming from an affluent family - my father’s word is Law, you see - I grew up bending to every command he made so that I may be deemed as the perfect son, hoping that someday, my parents may find it in their hearts to love me, even with condition. I thirsted to be loved and I tried my hardest to be the best so that I could achieve what I have yearned for all these years. My mother was musically inclined so I worked my butt off through the tedious voice lessons which were followed by either piano or clarinet lessons. My father valued education so I tried and succeeded to excel in that too. When people told me it would be cool if I could dance well too, I swear I stayed in the practice rooms dancing until my legs gave off. When I come to think of it, I never really did things because I wanted it - and when I dig deeper to find out what it really is that I want, I surprise myself at the simplicity of it all - I just wanted to, well, be loved. I must’ve been too blind not to see that you were the one who was always there for me. They say friends come and go but you were, and still are a permanent fixture in my life. LOVE - a simple four-lettered word - merely two syllables - yet it holds so much meaning that no man could ever fathom. Looking back, I think I may have been one of those fools who never really did know the essence of the word. True, I may have had an inkling of it here and there - but that was just that. They say: “You do not find love, love finds you.” - but then again, I brought it upon my hands to do so. I was not one to stay put and wait for that single drop of rain to fall after a long drought. To add, I was desperate enough as it is. I believed that in order for you to achieve great things, you have to do great measures to attain it - and do great measures I did. But I am only human and therefore am bound to fail. When you come to think of it, I don’t regret doing all those foolish things in my quest for the elusive thing called love. If there’s one thing I regret - it might’ve been because I came to look at all the wrong places. I spent my whole life wanting to be loved that I didn’t even recognize love anymore when it was being directed at me. I could be dense sometimes, okay, considering what has become of us, I am dense all the time. I should’ve known that the things you did for me mean so much more than what meets the eye. Still, I considered all of it as a part of my illusion. You were just too good to be true. Then it dawned upon me why you always stayed up with me at nights when I was heartbroken, why you were always there to hold my hand in times of trouble, why you were always willing to play Starcraft with me even though you basically suck at it, why you were always there to reassure, to listen, to simply be present at all times. You actually love me. Never in my life did I expect someone to love me without anything in return and you did just that. Then I realized that this is truly what love is - unconditional. And I’ve got to say this to you before I go crazy. Five years, as you’ve said, is not a short time after all. I think… No, I know. I’m madly in love with you. I always have, and I probably would, always will.”
Sungmin could only blink as the man before him stopped speaking. Kyuhyun was out of breath, not to mention, scared out of his wits. He was unsure of Sungmin’s reaction. What if Sungmin didn’t love him back? What if Sungmin actually memorized those lines beforehand and the blank paper meant nothing? What if…?
Kyuhyun’s trail of thoughts was interrupted as Sungmin edged in closer to him, the elder’s face a mere few inches from the former’s and he wondered whether Sungmin could hear the wild thumping of his heart.
“Kyu?”
“Hmmm?”
“What’s the title of your musical again?”
“Errr… The Three Musketeers.” Kyuhyun gulped. Sungmin wasn’t exactly as stupid as he looks.
Kyuhyun was mentally preparing himself for the storm that is sure to come when he felt himself shut his eyelids as he felt himself being gathered up in a hug so tight he was sure he might’ve broken a rib or two. They stayed like that for a while. With Sungmin kneeling over Kyuhyun, the younger’s head beneath the former’s chin. Kyuhyun’s hand wrapped firmly around the elder’s waist whilst Sungmin traced circles on Kyuhyun’s back. It felt surreal to Kyuhyun. He knew it was a dream, it had to be. Like Sungmin, it was too good to be true. He was jolted out of his reveries when he felt something wet drop onto his cheek. He then realized that Sungmin was crying as he looked up at him. He cupped the elder’s cheeks and made to wipe the tears that were now flowing freely from those chocolate orbs which he loved so much.
“Hyung. Why are you crying?”
“There’s no Starcraft yet in the seventeenth century. You silly!”
Kyuhyun never got to think of a snarky comeback as all of the grey matter in his brain seemed to turn into goo (as if that’s possible, he thought). He wasn’t quite sure when Sungmin jumped him. He found himself in a messy tangle of limbs and he could do little to protest as he fell onto his back with Sungmin laying atop him. They stared at each other’s eyes for what seemed like eternity. Five years, after all, felt like eternity. Kyuhyun knew he waited too long for this so he didn't hesitate one bit to tilt his head up when he felt arms encircle his neck. And then lips.