[Where Yona fights that overwhelming emotion that screams that something will happen if their eyes connect, Hak has been fighting for so long that he is unable to do anything now. There's a sense of inevitability that surrounds them without conscious knowledge of where it will potentially lead them.
There's just a voice whispering for him to wait within his head, but he isn't sure what he's waiting for. Yet he sits in anticipation, fingers sliding across the fabric, gently stroking her skin with each touch.
The moment it happens, it's like the puzzle pieces fit into place. Her gaze lifts and any sense of restraint evaporates. This was that moment he's waiting for. A reflection of emotions within her eyes draws him in like a moth to a flame, there's no escape.
His fingers clench the fabric within his hand at her waist as his mouth captures hers, cutting off whatever she planned on saying. The moment his lips touch hers, the air surrounding him breathes a sigh of relief. The voice inside whispers a single word. Finally.]