[ whatever he's saying almost doesn't matter the second seong gets his mouth on his skin. he could speak in some language he doesn't know, and sunni wouldn't have cared, eyes closing as he leans into the press of his teeth. a dare to do more than lightly tease him, to bite down and leave a mark. it's the first time he's ever really wanted someone to do it, never having really cared for the reminder before.

but everything about seong has soaked into him, and it's impossible to forget that some of what he's said is the truth. he might actually belong to him now. ]

No, [ he murmurs, only loud enough that seong can hear him over the thrum of the bass. sunni leans forward, eyes on the other's mouth as he talks. ] My family never has business there. It's always in Europe or somewhere else I don't really care about. [ he stops just short of kissing him, their noses touching. ] Are you going to take me there?

[ and he's certainly not talking about jeju. ]