[Min-Gi reaches over absently as Ryan rubs his cheek, clumsily placing his hand over Ryan's own and holding it there.]
I do.
[He tugs Ryan's hand close to his chest as he speaks, staring deeply into his eyes. By this point it's hard to follow everything Ryan is saying (he keeps getting distracted by how soft it is and how warm it feels through the fabric of his shirt), but it's intensely flattering. His words make his face warm and his insides fuzzy in ways that have nothing to do with the alcohol, though that probably doesn't help.]
I am trying. I tried so hard tonight to be fun for you, and it was so good. I'm having so much fun with you, Ryan. Why can't I be like that all the time? I should be, right? I think I could do that for you.
[Tomorrow he will bury himself in a pit of shame. Tonight all of this feels poetic and magical. It doesn't matter he barely knows Ryan. It doesn't matter he barely knows himself. He just feels good and he likes that.]
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I do.
[He tugs Ryan's hand close to his chest as he speaks, staring deeply into his eyes. By this point it's hard to follow everything Ryan is saying (he keeps getting distracted by how soft it is and how warm it feels through the fabric of his shirt), but it's intensely flattering. His words make his face warm and his insides fuzzy in ways that have nothing to do with the alcohol, though that probably doesn't help.]
I am trying. I tried so hard tonight to be fun for you, and it was so good. I'm having so much fun with you, Ryan. Why can't I be like that all the time? I should be, right? I think I could do that for you.
[Tomorrow he will bury himself in a pit of shame. Tonight all of this feels poetic and magical. It doesn't matter he barely knows Ryan. It doesn't matter he barely knows himself. He just feels good and he likes that.]