[ Stop reading his paw. Instinctively, Joonghyuk rubs the base of Dokja’s thumb… He’s focused on how this hand in his is also calloused, even more so than his own. It’s just another reminder of their difference.
Dokja also has pretty small hands? ]
Right, with your sprained arm.
[ Dryly. Joonghyuk says it like Dokja should be ashamed at being such a conman, but he continues to snuggle closer. He keeps rubbing his cheek against the top of his crown, enjoying how soft his hair is. The shampoo isn’t anything out of the ordinary, but it’s comfortable. ]
Why couldn’t you have been shorter? It’s difficult to rest my head.
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Dokja also has pretty small hands? ]
Right, with your sprained arm.
[ Dryly. Joonghyuk says it like Dokja should be ashamed at being such a conman, but he continues to snuggle closer. He keeps rubbing his cheek against the top of his crown, enjoying how soft his hair is. The shampoo isn’t anything out of the ordinary, but it’s comfortable. ]
Why couldn’t you have been shorter? It’s difficult to rest my head.
[ Like a totem pole. ]