[ Dash tries to catch his breath or clear his vision or stop his body from trembling, but none of these things seem to be fading. He wants nothing more badly than to keep clinging to Sungmin and to rest against him for support while the myriad waves of aftershocks pass. It's a good feeling, but it's so much of a good feeling that it takes away his ability to think.
When Sungmin first speaks, all Dash can do is nod.
He's so disconnected from himself that it takes a little while for him to notice the changes in Sungmin. He raises a hand to gently touch along Sungmin's face, shaking his head little. ] No apologies, [ he says, voice hoarse and quiet. ]
You look perfect. [ That's all his scrambled brain can manage for now, but he sounds utterly sincere. It's hard to even know how to feel or how to untangle everything he is feeling, but he knows that Sungmin is always going to be beautiful to him. ] Do you need anything from me?
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When Sungmin first speaks, all Dash can do is nod.
He's so disconnected from himself that it takes a little while for him to notice the changes in Sungmin. He raises a hand to gently touch along Sungmin's face, shaking his head little. ] No apologies, [ he says, voice hoarse and quiet. ]
You look perfect. [ That's all his scrambled brain can manage for now, but he sounds utterly sincere. It's hard to even know how to feel or how to untangle everything he is feeling, but he knows that Sungmin is always going to be beautiful to him. ] Do you need anything from me?