Hunter doesn’t look away, how could he? The little flame inside of himself always gets a little brighter when Sungki gets like this. It helps warm his insides in a way he can’t describe properly.

He reaches for the whipped cream and nods a little before he puts a mini-mountain on his waffle, “Have I ever told you I like when you’re protective?” He isn’t so delusional to believe that this is all because of him. Lennon made his own terrible impression on Sungki, too.