[ Doyoon straightens up even more when Kyuhyuk raises his hand, staying quiet like a good commoner as his lord speaks to him. His lips press together as he scans the other man's expression—it's a genuine ask and pulls at him not to disobey, higher status or not.
For a second, he tilts his head to see if maybe a different angle would make him think differently. No, no. He can't mistake the hue of those eyes and the way his lashes frame them. Quietly, like he's scared of being wrong: ]
... Kyuhyuk?
[ No honorifics, just his name like they were kids. Please, ancestors, help him. ]
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For a second, he tilts his head to see if maybe a different angle would make him think differently. No, no. He can't mistake the hue of those eyes and the way his lashes frame them. Quietly, like he's scared of being wrong: ]
... Kyuhyuk?
[ No honorifics, just his name like they were kids. Please, ancestors, help him. ]