There is a moment of deliberate, weighted eye contact between them. Minseok brings up a hand to cradle Luhan's face. It's familiar and loving. Then he nods--encouraging, almost?--and in all seriousness, he repeats the same words. "Whatever you want, Lu." Luhan's smile unfurls timidly at first. He can't believe what Minseok is offering him. But then he remembers. Fingers laced in cable cars. Milk tea shared in crowded streets. A long escalator ride to the top of a city. He thinks of climbing into bed at night with the man he loves--the sexy, devastating one in all the magazines; the soft, warm, sleepy version in his comfortable pajamas. All at once, Luhan is beaming. His heart is so full, and his hands hold Minseok near and dear.