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Junmyeon wonders if there is a possibility of stopping time.
It's not a bad idea, not when Jongdae leans against his shoulder and their energies collide with each other. Jongdae feels like a thunderstorm: flooding Junmyeon’s senses when he appears in his sight, tearing down his walls with his touches and words striking his heart carelessly.
Junmyeon should not have allowed him to enter his mind, hogging his thoughts to the point that Jongdae became his center of attention. It's dangerous. Jongdae's presence leaves him numb, his touch feeling like naked electricity on his body, sliding under his skin to stay itchy for hours. Junmyeon had become addicted to sensation, drunk from the sensations of their worlds colliding.
But he is afraid it wouldn't last too long. Jongdae was like a lightning, unpredictable, terrifying, disastrous. He always knew where to touch, where to strike to leave a wound that would take time to close, a horrible scar as a reminder.
"What are you thinking about?" asks Jongdae.
"In nothing" Junmyeon lies, swallowing his thoughts when Jongdae's face hid in his neck.
Junmyeon's heart sings a warning song and he refuses to acknowledge it, his arm sliding down Jongdae's waist.
He allows himself to enjoy that moment, being overwhelmed by the heat emitting from Jongdae's body. It is pleasant, a warmth that he want to linger on him like a burn, a vivid memory of the moment. He doesn't know how much time he has left, and wonders how much of his heart he is willing to give to Jongdae just to please him, to make him stay.