[all jiho can think is holy fuck. because rook moved, moved away from the temptation of his touch, and now he's looking up at him, into those eyes and that face that is so precious to him. he knows that rook meant everything that he's said, but he makes proving it look so easy. like there's no pleasure greater than just being with him.]

It was you. It was always you. [jiho shakes his head, because his throat feels tight, but he's going to force his emotions out anyway, put them into words instead of thinking that an orgasm will cover it.] You were with me from the beginning. The tea, the dagger. Even the times I thought you just annoyed me. [it was annoying, having rook on his mind, not understanding why when he wasn't looking to get laid.] You didn't push me away. You didn't leave me.

[when jiho left the house to go out into the darkness and the alleys, rook was the only one who came with him. who watched over him, saw him, probably hurt for him too the times that the knife slipped and sliced his own palm. rook did that, and jiho will not forget it.]

You're already worthy. You don't have to prove anything more, I've already decided that I'm going to love you until my last breath.