between a hand and its want (touch)

There’s no noise in the house beside the faint sound of one of Jaehyun’s LPs leaking from his room. It’s almost lulling him to sleep, making the image of Jungwoo’s soft cheek squished against his pillow appear and disappear in front of his eyes even if the corner of his lips seems to refuse to budge and let the smile go away.“Mark?”It’s just a whisper and for a moment he’s too lazy, too gone to answer, but then fingers are dug into the space beneath his ribs and he squirms. “What is it, Woo?”“Can you touch me?”