❝ Why are you trying to push me away? ❞

[bagelbites]

{ want you to get close to me }
💮 dal 💮 seong 💮

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[bagelbites]

Dal always liked it when Seong texted him. He didn’t know much about the guy – not terribly unusual in Dal’s line of work – but he was always nice to spend time with. Nice to Dal, anyway. And he never expected much. Never sex. Most times, they just laid in bed together, completely clothed, and snuggled.

Seong was touch-starved, he supposed. A slightly less desperate and more ethical person might suggest he see a masseuse instead of a hooker. Maybe Seong’s considered that and decided this was better. Dal couldn’t know and he didn’t pry.

He liked not getting fucked for a couple of hours. He liked keeping his clothes on. He likes not feeling the crusty old bedding on his bare skin or the chill in the air – he got so cold so easily.

This evening found them in the same shitty motel not far from Dal’s corner. Seong lay there with his head in Dal’s lap, Dal absently combing his fingers through Seong’s hair. It was nice. Quiet. Comfortable. He never worried that Seong was going have some burst of temper or go psycho on him (maybe he should worry, but he didn’t – Dal likes to think he has a pretty good instinct for people, especially people he sees more regularly).

Suddenly, he paused and looked down at Seong with genuine curiosity.

“Can I draw you?” Another nice thing about Seong? He speaks Korean.