[eunhyuk when he finds out that luke has a government tracker in his body: '_____'
but ig for NOW he has NO IDEA even though he really should suspect thanks to his insane paranoia and deep mistrust for all governments, but that's old Eunhyuk... the Eunhyuk he's trying to leave behind little by little, now that the world isn't constantly making demands of him. progress is slow, especially compared to how quickly Eunhyuk had to change, but isn't that what healing is? it takes a flash of a second to be injured, maybe even irreparably, and then weeks, months, maybe years to recover, depending on the balm.
Eunhyuk runs his thumb over the back of Luke's hand, warm and firm in his own, and thinks about balms and restoratives and how Luke outstrips them all with the curl of his smile and the softness in his gaze, with every moment spent in his company. The impossibility of Eunhyuk's situation feels less ridiculous day after day, that maybe there will come a time when Eunhyuk no longer marvels over it. For now, Eunhyuk watches Luke look around with interest, a burst of fondness settling in his chest,]
I saw a flyer at the library about a local dance club. They mostly run classes, but they hold social events too, like this one. I thought it'd be fun.
[there's a half-beat, then Eunhyuk turns so he's facing Luke, bringing up his hand so he can press it to his lips. ]
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but ig for NOW he has NO IDEA even though he really should suspect thanks to his insane paranoia and deep mistrust for all governments, but that's old Eunhyuk... the Eunhyuk he's trying to leave behind little by little, now that the world isn't constantly making demands of him. progress is slow, especially compared to how quickly Eunhyuk had to change, but isn't that what healing is? it takes a flash of a second to be injured, maybe even irreparably, and then weeks, months, maybe years to recover, depending on the balm.
Eunhyuk runs his thumb over the back of Luke's hand, warm and firm in his own, and thinks about balms and restoratives and how Luke outstrips them all with the curl of his smile and the softness in his gaze, with every moment spent in his company. The impossibility of Eunhyuk's situation feels less ridiculous day after day, that maybe there will come a time when Eunhyuk no longer marvels over it. For now, Eunhyuk watches Luke look around with interest, a burst of fondness settling in his chest,]
I saw a flyer at the library about a local dance club. They mostly run classes, but they hold social events too, like this one. I thought it'd be fun.
[there's a half-beat, then Eunhyuk turns so he's facing Luke, bringing up his hand so he can press it to his lips. ]
And I want to dance with you again.