Changsun finds himself pinned to the wall the moment he steps inside the suite, the heels of Jihoon's hands digging into the junction between his shoulder and his neck, thumbs so close they tickle the veins in Changsun's neck. Jihoon looks angry enough to murder right now, and all it would take is a little squeeze, a small inward shift of his hands, the press of Jihoon's weight against Changsun's body. Changsun's skin jumps under Jihoon's touch, and not just in fear.
"You fucking idiot," Jihoon spits. Small flecks of saliva fling themselves against Changsun's face and burn into his skin like shame, like disappointment, like -- "What the hell were you thinking, where did you go, I should just send you home, you could have gotten yourself killed--" -- like want, and just like that Changsun loses the ability to understand words, pushes himself up, into Jihoon's touch, even though the movement increases the pressure on his neck, cuts into his air supply. His breath hitches, breaks into ragged pants. He's pretty sure his eyes are
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which you should update, btw. >:(
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I can't update it without any fic ok >:|
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so. hello! :)
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um, hello!
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:(
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uh, idk, fandoms talk? idk
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"You fucking idiot," Jihoon spits. Small flecks of saliva fling themselves against Changsun's face and burn into his skin like shame, like disappointment, like -- "What the hell were you thinking, where did you go, I should just send you home, you could have gotten yourself killed--" -- like want, and just like that Changsun loses the ability to understand words, pushes himself up, into Jihoon's touch, even though the movement increases the pressure on his neck, cuts into his air supply. His breath hitches, breaks into ragged pants. He's pretty sure his eyes are ( ... )
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