[ The embrace is strong and gentle at the same time, and Myung breathes into it, letting himself lean back further still, letting himself grow heavy in Ros' arms, because he knows he can. There's something in the words - something dark and dangerous, and for the first since meeting him, Myung knows, right here and then, that this is what Ros means when he says he's terrifying.
He's not scared for himself. He's scared for anyone that could come in and try to break them down. It makes Myung's heart tumble in his chest, part relief and part fear and part wishing he could ask Ros to - not compromise himself, but it feels like a silly thing to ask of an underworld hellhound.
So instead his hands curl into Ros' arms, keeping him close for a moment as he lets the words sink in and lets himself believe them. ] Okay, [ He replies, voice soft and maybe a little awed. ] I trust you.
[ And he does. He smiles when Ros pulls back a little, raising an eyebrow as he rocks forward to press his lips against Ros' jaw. ] I don't know, you tell me. Do I get one? A reward? For being a quick study and a cute student?
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He's not scared for himself. He's scared for anyone that could come in and try to break them down. It makes Myung's heart tumble in his chest, part relief and part fear and part wishing he could ask Ros to - not compromise himself, but it feels like a silly thing to ask of an underworld hellhound.
So instead his hands curl into Ros' arms, keeping him close for a moment as he lets the words sink in and lets himself believe them. ] Okay, [ He replies, voice soft and maybe a little awed. ] I trust you.
[ And he does. He smiles when Ros pulls back a little, raising an eyebrow as he rocks forward to press his lips against Ros' jaw. ] I don't know, you tell me. Do I get one? A reward? For being a quick study and a cute student?
[ Pushing it, here. ]