or say we're only dreaming;

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❝ don't you dare close your eyes❞
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[unled]

[ Later on, Minho will probably tell them you're welcome. It just feels like something that he'd do, after the apparent chemistry that's evident between them. Not that Alby can even deny it, because it's just-- it's there.

There's heat, in Newt's touch, small as it is. All of this is maybe more than a little addicting, and he's... Well, he can't help but be charmed a little by the smile on his face, the flush that's spread across his cheeks and ears and everywhere, like he's blushing with the full force of his body.

Considering him for a long couple of seconds, he decides what the hell and leans in to kiss him again. It's brief in comparison to their first one, but he puts what he can into it-- he's on board with maybe more of this, and it's not for Minho's project. ]

[gimp]

[ it's quiet for those first few seconds, and newt's heart sinks just a little, but then--then he's very pleasantly surprised. considering the lack of wolfwhistles he's going to assume minho is just gone, and that is just fine with him, considering.

after the first kiss, he chases it, steals a second quick one and then pulls back, giving him this crooked smile, squinting an eye. ] Y'wanna escape outta here before he gets back? Might ask for a second take.

[ there's just a little bit of mischief in his dark eyes as his hands finally do skate off of his hips, shifting away just a little bit. ] 's a pretty good diner down the street.

[unled]

[ The fact that there isn't any wolfwhistling tells him that Minho has, in fact, disappeared. Whether or not he's still recording is the real question, but he can't really be assed to look. Not when he's far more interested in the way that Newt ducks in after him for another kiss.

He could kind of get used to that, actually. Reaching his hand up, he shushes him calmly, shaking his head a little. ] Don't jinx it. Knowing him, he'd ask for more than one just to drag it out.

[ But he doesn't sound as if that would be a particular hardship, and draws both of his hands back so that there's space between them again. Not by a lot, but enough that they can start moving. His responding smile is slow and easy, small as it is, and he inclines his head. ] Let's go.