Better Than Air
Description
"I... don't really know what you're expecting from me now," Wonshik mumbles, feeling like an idiot. "It's not like I have a ring in my back pocket or something. I don't even have a back pocket."
Foreword
Rating: PG
a/n: apparently writing disgustingly sweet navi fics cures high fever and tonsillitis and i haven't written about this particular topic so far either, and i've come to notice that at some point most if not every fanfiction writer tries their hand at it so... here... idk... it's so cold outside and navi are happy sparkles popping in the fireplace when you have a quilt on your lap and a mug of hot tea in your hands as you sit in the airmchair.
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