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my heart broke
He's supposed to get some sleep before his scheduled events tomorrow. That's why they're in this hotel, too, far away from the media recording center where the whole event had gone down.
Rest doesn't come easily when he's caught up in a combination of leftover anxiety and want. It's a childish, needy sort of desire, even He Ming is aware of that, but it's developed so quickly since Akihiro helped him—protected him—that he can't suppress it.
It's getting late. He Ming, lying on his back on the couch, sighs and puts down his phone. Trying to distract himself from Akihiro's presence isn't working. As blatantly forward as his plan is, he's going to put it into motion.
After sliding his phone into his back pocket, He Ming ambles across the room to where his bodyguard is sitting in another chair. Casually touchy as he usually is, the way he props one hand on the table in front of Akihiro and the other on the back of his chair, fencing him in, isn't so out of the ordinary.
"Akihiro..." Slowly he leans in closer, frown obvious on his face. "I'm bored."
Rest doesn't come easily when he's caught up in a combination of leftover anxiety and want. It's a childish, needy sort of desire, even He Ming is aware of that, but it's developed so quickly since Akihiro helped him—protected him—that he can't suppress it.
It's getting late. He Ming, lying on his back on the couch, sighs and puts down his phone. Trying to distract himself from Akihiro's presence isn't working. As blatantly forward as his plan is, he's going to put it into motion.
After sliding his phone into his back pocket, He Ming ambles across the room to where his bodyguard is sitting in another chair. Casually touchy as he usually is, the way he props one hand on the table in front of Akihiro and the other on the back of his chair, fencing him in, isn't so out of the ordinary.
"Akihiro..." Slowly he leans in closer, frown obvious on his face. "I'm bored."