[ They both don't know or understand why Dokja is acting this way. Joonghyuk can churn out plenty of reasons or excuses, most coming down to Dokja as a person—how the man properly introduced himself on that day where Joonghyuk questioned if their world, the people they love, if all they suffered and celebrated meant anything to the other man.
Kim Dokja. Was twenty-eight, an employee of a game company. His hobby was reading web novels. Pathetic, in that own man's words, but all Joonghyuk saw at the time was the person he called his companion. The betrayal doesn't sting like it did... It has dulled with silent understanding, not forgiveness, as a salve. Some stories are difficult abandon. Some stories are a person's salvation.
His gaze goes nowhere. His dark eyes stay on Dokja, tinged with stifled longing and fondness. Once upon a time Dokja was the brightest star in their sky. This story was their salvation, warm and full of love... Yet cruel and distant. ]
Stop overthinking it.
[ Because where is the blame...? Hasn't this debt that he has heard Dokja reference sparingly here and there been paid with his life multiple times? Hasn't this cycle of saving each other been enough? He reaches out, like the many times he has, and brushes the back of Dokja's neck before supporting it, not too different from the multiple times he grabbed him by the throat. The handling is gentle, placement of fingers deliberate, and he tilts his head enough for their lips to meet without obstacle.
It's quick, light, and barely worth any thought or mention. A writer would describe it as them bumping their faces from a stumble.
What is heavy with emotion is the embrace Joonghyuk draws. By the small of Dokja's back, he holds him close and rests his head on his shoulder, buried like whatever expression swathed around his features. Seldom are they alone... Seldom has he been alone with Sooyoung, too. Those moments would remind him of the discrepancies between their group, the gap between them that has grown where they couldn't see it, the future that is only known to themselves yet not the other. There's only one comfort—this Kim Dokja is whole. It comes with despair, anyway—like Han Sooyoung, Uriel, and possibly Jung Heewon, this Kim Dokja is not the one he knows.
You're alone.
Joonghyuk holds onto Dokja tighter, desperate, as he hushes his Shadow who slips away. To see your goal manifest here, full-fledged and tangible, is that a curse or a blessing? There are many questions, many he wished didn't exist. They shouldn't exist. He had thought Dokja opened up to them ever since his proper introduction... But maybe he was wrong. ]
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Kim Dokja. Was twenty-eight, an employee of a game company. His hobby was reading web novels. Pathetic, in that own man's words, but all Joonghyuk saw at the time was the person he called his companion. The betrayal doesn't sting like it did... It has dulled with silent understanding, not forgiveness, as a salve. Some stories are difficult abandon. Some stories are a person's salvation.
His gaze goes nowhere. His dark eyes stay on Dokja, tinged with stifled longing and fondness. Once upon a time Dokja was the brightest star in their sky. This story was their salvation, warm and full of love... Yet cruel and distant. ]
Stop overthinking it.
[ Because where is the blame...? Hasn't this debt that he has heard Dokja reference sparingly here and there been paid with his life multiple times? Hasn't this cycle of saving each other been enough? He reaches out, like the many times he has, and brushes the back of Dokja's neck before supporting it, not too different from the multiple times he grabbed him by the throat. The handling is gentle, placement of fingers deliberate, and he tilts his head enough for their lips to meet without obstacle.
It's quick, light, and barely worth any thought or mention. A writer would describe it as them bumping their faces from a stumble.
What is heavy with emotion is the embrace Joonghyuk draws. By the small of Dokja's back, he holds him close and rests his head on his shoulder, buried like whatever expression swathed around his features. Seldom are they alone... Seldom has he been alone with Sooyoung, too. Those moments would remind him of the discrepancies between their group, the gap between them that has grown where they couldn't see it, the future that is only known to themselves yet not the other. There's only one comfort—this Kim Dokja is whole. It comes with despair, anyway—like Han Sooyoung, Uriel, and possibly Jung Heewon, this Kim Dokja is not the one he knows.
You're alone.
Joonghyuk holds onto Dokja tighter, desperate, as he hushes his Shadow who slips away. To see your goal manifest here, full-fledged and tangible, is that a curse or a blessing? There are many questions, many he wished didn't exist. They shouldn't exist. He had thought Dokja opened up to them ever since his proper introduction... But maybe he was wrong. ]