Fics like bombs and strawberry shortcake

Hyunjin says something when he turns back to Seungmin. Seungmin shakes his head before standing and walking out of the room and heading straight for Jeongin. If Jeongin were stronger, he’d let Seungmin be, but he’s so fucking weak and takes him into his arms as soon as he’s within reach and buries his face in his neck and breathes deep. He’s holding onto him much too tightly, but Seungmin doesn’t complain. Seungmin never really complains; instead it’s painted all over his face, his scent, the way he stiffens from Jeongin’s touch instead of relaxing into it. Jeongin holds back a whimper at the apathy. However, he calms instantly at Seungmin’s healthy, albeit irritated scent and pulls himself away. He stands with his arms behind his back so he doesn’t touch him again. He’ll try harder not to impose himself on Seungmin. That’s enough for now.

Fics like bombs and strawberry shortcake

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