( honestly, hao immediately regrets this whole fucking date thing and/or wants to die the moment he rounds the corner and finds hyunsu looking like a goddamn magazine cover in his fitted t-shirt with his muscled arms lovingly cradling a bunch of shitty, amazing junk food. logically, hao's really not dressed all that differently save for his oversized hoodie over his own t-shirt and jeans, but also. like.
hao hasn't had what he'd consider a crush in a long time — not anything that goes past his usual infatuations, anyway, his obsessions burning hot and fast until he gets what he wants and immediately loses interest, anyway. he's gotten what he's wanted out of hyunsu already (see: otherworld, hao's bruised knees and sore jaw, the taste of hyunsu in his mouth), but he's ... actually kept his attention past that. it's embarrassing, almost, how often hao thinks about hyunsu's hand around his throat, obstructing his airways, fantasizing and imagining what it would be like for that hand to transform into a wing that pierces sloppily through his neck, his chest, blood pouring, maybe his lips against hao's. the whole thing makes hao kind of want to squirm out of his own skin as he approaches his upsettingly handsome date with a broad smile that doesn't dare betray the mess of thoughts racing in his mind. )
Hi. ( his teeth catch at his lower lip, trying to contain the giddy grin that threatens to overwhelm. ) I can't believe you beat me here. You must really be excited about losing.
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Date: 2024-12-07 02:15 am (UTC)hao hasn't had what he'd consider a crush in a long time — not anything that goes past his usual infatuations, anyway, his obsessions burning hot and fast until he gets what he wants and immediately loses interest, anyway. he's gotten what he's wanted out of hyunsu already (see: otherworld, hao's bruised knees and sore jaw, the taste of hyunsu in his mouth), but he's ... actually kept his attention past that. it's embarrassing, almost, how often hao thinks about hyunsu's hand around his throat, obstructing his airways, fantasizing and imagining what it would be like for that hand to transform into a wing that pierces sloppily through his neck, his chest, blood pouring, maybe his lips against hao's. the whole thing makes hao kind of want to squirm out of his own skin as he approaches his upsettingly handsome date with a broad smile that doesn't dare betray the mess of thoughts racing in his mind. )
Hi. ( his teeth catch at his lower lip, trying to contain the giddy grin that threatens to overwhelm. ) I can't believe you beat me here. You must really be excited about losing.