[his blade slips and clatters down joonghyuk's as the other man darts forward. it's his foul—and he'll surely pay for it. he shouldn't have let himself be distracted in the first place—he was right.
with those thoughts in mind, the kiss doesn't register at all. the idea of joonghyuk locking lips with him is simply not something he'd ever considered as a possibility in his lifetime. he'd sparred with him, time and time again, nearly every day since arriving, and certainly every day since moving in, but "will kiss you mid-combat" was not something he'd ever considered as a potential threat.
so it's not until joonghyuk pulls away that felix blinks, and realizes it was all reality.
without another word, he throws himself back at his sparring partner, and attempts to cut his throat, expression a misty haze of confusion and anger.]
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with those thoughts in mind, the kiss doesn't register at all. the idea of joonghyuk locking lips with him is simply not something he'd ever considered as a possibility in his lifetime. he'd sparred with him, time and time again, nearly every day since arriving, and certainly every day since moving in, but "will kiss you mid-combat" was not something he'd ever considered as a potential threat.
so it's not until joonghyuk pulls away that felix blinks, and realizes it was all reality.
without another word, he throws himself back at his sparring partner, and attempts to cut his throat, expression a misty haze of confusion and anger.]