[Something in his eyes darkens, or perhaps sharpens, when they grab his wrist. And yet, he allows it, holding his hand steady to allow Jisu to take a deep bite. The faint sounds stir a heat in his stomach.]
Don't apologize. [He switches the fruit to his other hand, and takes a moment to lick up the juices from his hand. Perhaps a bit more slowly and methodically than he needs to.] How is it?
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Don't apologize. [He switches the fruit to his other hand, and takes a moment to lick up the juices from his hand. Perhaps a bit more slowly and methodically than he needs to.] How is it?