Jun-ho sighed and easily pulled Salin back into his arms. Salin tried to place his hands on the other's chest, ready to push him away, but before he could protest, his fiancé kissed him. The touch was warm, familiar, and Salin couldn't deny it. He kissed back like he was starving for it.
— What was that? — he muttered, annoyed, but not pulling away, still caught in the firm embrace. Jun-ho was smiling smugly, and Salin blushed against his will.
— Am I yours, Sali?
— Actually, I wonder about that too.
— You seemed pretty sure back then.
— I… I just… — Salin bit his lip and looked away. — I was just jealous!
Jun-ho let out a low laugh.
— I know. Even when you're mad, you still love me and want me.
He whispered against the older one's skin, trailing his lips down his neck.
— Stop it. — Salin turned his face, trying to pull away, but his voice faltered just a bit.
— I don't want to.
Salin clenched his fists and hit the younger's chest, not with real force.
