“I’ll come back,” he says, reaches out to touch Seokmin’s cheek. Seokmin holds his hand there, grip gentle, gentle. “You know that? I’ll come back.”

Seokmin doesn’t answer, just turns his head to kiss the center of Minghao’s palm. Minghao flushes, warmth spreading through him like the first step outside in the spring sun. IM SCREAMING IM HOLLERING!!!! he kissed his palm :( babe he loves you :( seokmin makes minghao feel safe :( like a second home :( WOW it's a lot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!