[ the emotional leakage is... a lot. lin jingheng doesn't seem to mind it though, pulling lu bixing closer, letting him sway against him and feeling the way the music encourages this warmth, hovering to one another. for a moment, lin jingheng holds him almost too tightly in a pause, face tucked low into his neck.
he just wants this to be real. he knows it's real, under his hands everything is real... but what if it's also something elaborately unreal his mind has created. what if this has never happened? what if he's dreaming again in the dark, what if—
he blinks slowly and then glances up to the second floor at last.
haha. yeah. of course. a small smile before he turns back to look at lu bixing, and he is as real as anything could be in this moment. ]
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[ the emotional leakage is... a lot. lin jingheng doesn't seem to mind it though, pulling lu bixing closer, letting him sway against him and feeling the way the music encourages this warmth, hovering to one another. for a moment, lin jingheng holds him almost too tightly in a pause, face tucked low into his neck.
he just wants this to be real. he knows it's real, under his hands everything is real... but what if it's also something elaborately unreal his mind has created. what if this has never happened? what if he's dreaming again in the dark, what if—
he blinks slowly and then glances up to the second floor at last.
haha. yeah. of course. a small smile before he turns back to look at lu bixing, and he is as real as anything could be in this moment. ]