My Hand And Yours

Unsightly

Baekho felt himself leaning closer as his feet started to tilting upwards to get close to Minhyun's height. He gently placed his gloved hands on Minhyun's arms and gulped, waiting for a reaction or maybe even a shove but none came. Minhyun just kept a steady gaze on Baekho.

"You know I'll kiss you if you don't move away, right?" Baekho whispered.

"Don't," Minhyun responded.

There are people watching.

"Then push me away. Stop me," Baekho said and tightened his grip slightly just to keep himself tip toeing. Curse their height difference.

"I... Don't want to." Baekho wasn't expecting the tall male to say that and he wasn't sure if Minhyun meant that he didn't want to kiss or he didn't want to push him away.

"So you'll be fine if I do kiss you then?"

Minhyun was actually quite stunned and unsure of how to deal with this sudden development. He didn't even know how to form proper sentences or say what he actually wanted to say. His heart was caught in his throat, making it hard to breathe and think. He couldn't push Baekho though since he didn't want the other to potentially get hurt because of that. "I don't know."

"Lips have germs. So does saliva," Baekho said, still trying to figure out why Minhyun was just standing still like a statue instead of rejecting him or even maybe accepting him.

"I know." Baekho sighed and landed back on his feet that was starting to hurt. He let go of Minhyun and took a step back. Baekho realised Minhyun was actually blushing but didn't seem to realise it himself. Somehow something just clicked in his mind then.

"Did that man perhaps... Touch you directly without gloves or any form of protection?" Baekho asked and Minhyun flinched or at least his eyes blinked erratically for a moment. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"And...? What good does that information serve you?" Minhyun asked in a tight voice as if his lungs had just contracted to the point that he wasn't even breathing anymore.

"A whole lot. I just need to help get rid of your fear of being touched."

"I do not need your help with that and I'm not... Afraid of being touched. I am afraid of germs and dust and anything that could make me ill." Baekho frowned and pulled off his glove. He moved his hand up to Minhyun's cheek and the taller male took a few surprised steps back, avoiding his hand.

"Then why are you moving away from me? My hand is clean. I've been wearing gloves the whole time," Baekho said as if to prove a point that Minhyun was in fact afraid of being touched. Minhyun flinched guiltily.

"I... That... That's not... True."

"What isn't? The fact that my hands are clean or you just don't want to be touched?"

"I.. Don't know. I don't know, okay? I just..."

"It's okay, Minhyun. I'm not going to hurt you," Baekho said and tried again. He reached up even slower this time for Minhyun's cheek. Minhyun stiffened and tried not to move away but his body was already shaking as his feet tried to root themselves to the spot. His finger touched his cheek and slowly slid forward until his palm connected as well. Baekho's hand was warm and a little powdery from the glove but it was normal. It felt normal. Minhyun stood there in horror and confusion as his body didn't reject it. "See? It's fine."

Minhyun lifted his hand and placed it on Baekho's wrist, barely breathing as he pressed the other's hand closer to his cheek. Baekho was surprised as he watched Minhyun close his eyes with a slight frown. He moved his hand upwards until he was touching Baekho's hand instead and stretched his fingers over Baekho's. His breath was shaky and he opened his eyes again. "This is... Unsightly."