After all, romance has always been in his periphery, manifesting in part as children playing with an abandoned ball on the streets—a sight far removed from his own home, its surfaces littered with ideas and playthings of his own. He's accustomed to hands clapping him on the back or grabbing him by the arm, not holding him, so the answer only comes to him once she's already made her move.
Cool though Yingying's lips may be, the fragrance of wisteria is warm as always. Yi Sang feels the smile against his lips, and an odd beat thuds in his chest from the clear conveyance of her intentions akin to the ecstasy he'd feel when gazing into Yeonsim. He recalls his first kiss over a game of spinning bottles, and how he only started entertaining the thought of reciprocating several rounds later, how his chest throbbed from the ephemerality of it all. None of that matters before the beautiful serenity of now. His free hand comes up to rest on her shoulder; his eyes fall half-shut; and he angles his head into the kiss with amateurish tenderness and affection, meeting her evenly with a small smile of his own.]
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After all, romance has always been in his periphery, manifesting in part as children playing with an abandoned ball on the streets—a sight far removed from his own home, its surfaces littered with ideas and playthings of his own. He's accustomed to hands clapping him on the back or grabbing him by the arm, not holding him, so the answer only comes to him once she's already made her move.
Cool though Yingying's lips may be, the fragrance of wisteria is warm as always. Yi Sang feels the smile against his lips, and an odd beat thuds in his chest from the clear conveyance of her intentions akin to the ecstasy he'd feel when gazing into Yeonsim. He recalls his first kiss over a game of spinning bottles, and how he only started entertaining the thought of reciprocating several rounds later, how his chest throbbed from the ephemerality of it all. None of that matters before the beautiful serenity of now. His free hand comes up to rest on her shoulder; his eyes fall half-shut; and he angles his head into the kiss with amateurish tenderness and affection, meeting her evenly with a small smile of his own.]