"Can I kiss you?"
Oh, suave was his lover. Yeosang would've happily acquiesced to it whensoever, but his eyes were betraying his thoughts.
"Please look at me."
Yeosang's blush deepened furthermore, he turned towards him still not meeting his gaze.
So Jongho made it easier for him and lifted his chin. They looked at each other for a while, taking in all cues portraying the other's feelings held deep inside, and each and every one of them only flaunted love. He leaned in closer and kissed his tears away.
It wasn't at all as intense or heated as the one they shared before but still, it was so breath-taking the mere reason being the tender feelings it carried.
Yeosang thought he was tasting what heavens would've felt like. He clenched onto his chest as to reassure himself that this miracle was indeed a reality.
After basking in the afterglow of this first love, they backed to face each other. He felt so cherished under his warm gaze.
Jongho politely asked, "Shall we get going?" as he endearingly caressed his cheek. Yeosang didn't know where, but he nodded with blind faith in his Salvatore.