
sung jin woo embraces you like he’ll lose you when he starts to let go
as if your image will start to disappear and turn into nothingness the moment he unclasps his fingers that hold you tight to his form
he doesn’t want to lose you, not to the kings, not to those who control him
he inhales
his voice cracked as he whispers to you, “stay.”
your hands travel up his back to his hair, wrapping your hands around it and patting his head you replied; “of course love, always.”