Words soft like Kyle's heart from the punk surprised the angel. Sweet sincerity dripped from Jaewoo's. Kyle found himself dizzy with infatuation, staring into the other's eyes in amazement. He never expected anything so raw, so emotional to come from Jaewoo, with his rough exterior guarding his composure. It may not have seemed like a big deal to anyone else, but Kyle had primarily been used for most of his life. For sex, for revenge, for emotional release.
Kyle leaned into Jaewoo's hand to nuzzle it affectionately. His heart felt like a marshmallow melting in the palm of the ghost's hand.
"I... I hope I can ease your loneliness. Even just a little..." Kyle spoke quietly as if confessing a secret. "I'm sorry for freaking out on you." He apologized. Kyle took Jaewoo's other hand, and traced the lines, the faint veins, with his much smaller fingers.
But then the peaceful effect wore off, Kyle jolting to realize he was being way too friendly with the man he had just met. So he gently let go of his hand and sat up in the bed. He withdrew into himself and felt his skin boiling with embarrassment. He toyed with his hands as he looked down at them, trying to keep a calm exterior. Mentally, his mind was racing with insecurity and mean words directed at himself.
You can't let him in. You're only going to let yourself be broken. Do not get too attached.
"I-- I'm sorry, for being so... so clingy to you." He finally spoke, stumbling over his words. "I don't mean to scare you away."
