Yoojin looks up at Leona, face shadowed with nightmares that have nothing to do with him; eyes round with curiosity, not nerves; head empty of even the lick of sense to tell him he should be afraid.
It isn't that Yoojin is perfectly nice or perfectly smart. Or even that he's perfectly honest.
But he does come across as a terrible liar. And right now, nothing about him is giving any tells, anyway. This is just how Yoojin feels.
Leona's elbow bends, and he drops so that the front of him is still weighing down on Yoojin's torso, crossing his arms over Yoojin's chest and perching his chin on his arms.]
Take responsibility for yourself and get some sleep, then.
I'm tired of this conversation.
[THAT HE STARTED BECAUSE YOOJIN WAS DEFINITELY TRYING TO EXIT]
It's the strange show of tenderness, the unexpected weight of Leona getting comfortable on his chest that makes a sudden flush of awareness wash across his skin. Not Leona looming over him with that intense look on his stupidly beautiful face, not the easy, unstoppable way he pinned him back to the ground. No, anyone would feel like this if a warm, wild thing deemed them a safe place to lay their head. He's been granted a gift beyond valuation. Even if Leona weren't a heavy-ass jock made of muscle, Yoojin could never move again.
More than that, he feels seen in a way he doesn't usually allow. That, in turn, makes him feel a way he hasn't felt in a long time.
Swallowing, Yoojin blinks up at the too-blank sky a few times, then turns to cover a weak laugh with the back of his wrist.]
You're such a cat, man.
[Face still half-hidden, he sneaks in one last ruffle of Leona's hair. He figures he's allowed that in exchange for his services as a cat bed.]
Fine. Good night, sourpuss. See you in the morning.
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[Honestly. He gets this a lot.
Yoojin looks up at Leona, face shadowed with nightmares that have nothing to do with him;
eyes round with curiosity, not nerves; head empty of even the lick of sense to tell him he should be afraid.
He just asks,]
Leona?
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It isn't that Yoojin is perfectly nice or perfectly smart. Or even that he's perfectly honest.
But he does come across as a terrible liar. And right now, nothing about him is giving any tells, anyway. This is just how Yoojin feels.
Leona's elbow bends, and he drops so that the front of him is still weighing down on Yoojin's torso, crossing his arms over Yoojin's chest and perching his chin on his arms.]
Take responsibility for yourself and get some sleep, then.
I'm tired of this conversation.
[THAT HE STARTED BECAUSE YOOJIN WAS DEFINITELY TRYING TO EXIT]
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[Oh.
It's the strange show of tenderness, the unexpected weight of Leona getting comfortable on his chest that makes a sudden flush of awareness wash across his skin. Not Leona looming over him with that intense look on his stupidly beautiful face, not the easy, unstoppable way he pinned him back to the ground. No, anyone would feel like this if a warm, wild thing deemed them a safe place to lay their head. He's been granted a gift beyond valuation. Even if Leona weren't a heavy-ass jock made of muscle, Yoojin could never move again.
More than that, he feels seen in a way he doesn't usually allow. That, in turn, makes him feel a way he hasn't felt in a long time.
Swallowing, Yoojin blinks up at the too-blank sky a few times, then turns to cover a weak laugh with the back of his wrist.]
You're such a cat, man.
[Face still half-hidden, he sneaks in one last ruffle of Leona's hair. He figures he's allowed that in exchange for his services as a cat bed.]
Fine. Good night, sourpuss. See you in the morning.
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What can I say?
I'm beholden to my feline nature.
[If Yoojin feels Leona lean his head into that ruffle, no he doesn't. He's just getting comfortable.]
G'night.
[So what if Yoojin can't use his fear resistance spell? What can get to him through Leona?]