12 | twelve
third point of view
winwin wondered if yuta wanted to make his staring seem obvious on purpose.
for the last twelve minutes, yuta had been watching the chinese boy shamelessly. winwin originally thought he wanted to mess with him ― it was yuta's trademark to stare at his victim to intimidate them before pouncing on them ― but not to this extent. it made winwin uncomfortable, but he was too scared to address it.
yuta was thinking. he knew winwin was well aware that he was being watched, but that didn't faze him. his eyes travelled over winwin's paper white skin, and he furrowed his eyebrows at the promnesia he felt.
"the pale one dominated the built one,"
he felt his heart skip a beat.
yuta shook his head, trying to ignore his thoughts, but his eyes subconsciously wandered down winwin's face.
"his plump lips trailed down his toned torso,"
yuta finally looked away, turning his head sharply and facing the front. he refused to have such ridiculous thoughts; if this is what giving himself time to think lead to, then why bother?
but, no matter how much he tried denying it, one thing was obvious,
yuta was beginning to see winwin differently.