Once Kyungsoo was in arm’s reach, freezing fingers dug into his sides painfully, dragging him close and arms crushing him in a fierce embrace, “gentle, gentle,” he warned again, wincing at the agony his ribs were facing. The other male’s face pressed into his stomach, inhaling his intoxicating scent and rubbing his nose against the soft cotton fabric of Kyungsoo’s sweater. Though it was severe and hurtful, Kyungsoo smiled, running his hand through a tangled mess of white hair. The action caused the other male to look up, scary eyes peering up at him curiously.