To keep down the clawing panic, Donovan concentrated on the details that made the world not seem like such an awful place. The soft breeze from the water, the grit of the sand clinging to his bare feet, listening to every exhale between them as if it was the last song he'd ever hear. Everything around him was calm, and he used that to keep steady.
He cataloged every feature of the man as if he'd have any use for the memory later. The soft slope of Kyu-Sik's nose and the sharp cut of his eyes that revealed a dark abyss he wanted to drown in. A gentle hand cupped the other man's jaw, avoiding any movements that might be considered an attack. He didn't want to go out fighting the one thing he held dear. Didn't want Kyu-Sik's last memories of him to be of a wretched creature overcome with fear and desperation.
"Just a kiss," he suggested with no shyness that would have accompanied such a request if this story had been any different. "I want to know... what it would have been like." He held back for the other man to deny or initiate, unwilling to take if it wasn't his to have.