[ oh this is actually soft wow i love him anyways, yeah, lin will follow him, tripping into his steps at some point. it doesn't matter where they go, so long as he doesn't have to leave lu bixing's side. his fingers clutch at him and as they draw near the docks, a breath leaves him, crisp and clear, just oxygen.
as they sit down, lin jingheng turns his eyes towards the sky a hand resting over lu bixing's waist, feeling the way he burrows into him. his lungs heave, and it feels alive, it feels human. he clutches a little tightly at his jacket, and turns inwards, covering him, holding him close.
that's hell, isn't it? it's supposed to be torture like this. hell for lin jingheng is a no-win scenario, the scales always tipping into fire no matter how quickly you climb or how far you push your boulder. he lifts the arm around lu bixing's waist and shifts to slide fingers through his hair, to draw him close and kiss the top of his head softly. ]
i hate us
as they sit down, lin jingheng turns his eyes towards the sky a hand resting over lu bixing's waist, feeling the way he burrows into him. his lungs heave, and it feels alive, it feels human. he clutches a little tightly at his jacket, and turns inwards, covering him, holding him close.
that's hell, isn't it? it's supposed to be torture like this. hell for lin jingheng is a no-win scenario, the scales always tipping into fire no matter how quickly you climb or how far you push your boulder. he lifts the arm around lu bixing's waist and shifts to slide fingers through his hair, to draw him close and kiss the top of his head softly. ]