[ When the kiss finally comes, the world doesn't end with it. Dokja's ill-prepared for the moment, but that doesn't matter. It's entirely fleeting, a quick brush of their lips, and then it's over. He could have almost dreamed it if not for what follows after, Joonghyuk embracing him in such a tender, unfamiliar way that Dokja's left at a loss for how to react.
He's stiff at first, heart pounding so hard that it's certain to be felt between them as white noise fills his ears and his wide eyes stare at a point past Joonghyuk's shoulder. This is a gentleness that Dokja is unaccustomed to. It leaves him with questions, but most of all, it leaves him with a strange sense of yearning that tugs uncomfortably at the pit of his stomach. And why wouldn't it? He'd been prepared to lose everything before coming here, stepped forward to the edge of a precipice with the heavy understanding that he was needed elsewhere.
Anything. Anything to pay back the debt that's owed, the lives lost, the world lines destroyed. And Yoo Joonghyuk...
Yoo Joonghyuk. His savior, his survival. The reason he could wake up every day, the name he would chant as he curled in on himself, arms over his head and knees to his chest, as he waited for the pain to stop. The person that would greet him on both his loneliest days and his happiest days. A story that he loved enough that he could forget the unfairness of the world around him. Someone who he thought could understand him for all the injustice and cruelty the world dealt to Joonghyuk in the same manner.
Only for Dokja to have been that very world.
There's a tightness in his throat that makes it hard to breathe as he lowers his face to hide it against Joonghyuk's shoulder. His arms remain uselessly hanging by his sides, as if afraid to touch any more than he already has. If only there was some way to make it right... If only there was more he could do. ]
I'm...
[ His voice breaks, emotions overpowering him as he forces his knees not to buckle from underneath him. There's so much that he wants to say, so much that he wants to convey, but none of it feels like enough. He's a ghost here, powerless and aimless. A haunting reminder for everyone else to suffer through. ]
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He's stiff at first, heart pounding so hard that it's certain to be felt between them as white noise fills his ears and his wide eyes stare at a point past Joonghyuk's shoulder. This is a gentleness that Dokja is unaccustomed to. It leaves him with questions, but most of all, it leaves him with a strange sense of yearning that tugs uncomfortably at the pit of his stomach. And why wouldn't it? He'd been prepared to lose everything before coming here, stepped forward to the edge of a precipice with the heavy understanding that he was needed elsewhere.
Anything. Anything to pay back the debt that's owed, the lives lost, the world lines destroyed. And Yoo Joonghyuk...
Yoo Joonghyuk. His savior, his survival. The reason he could wake up every day, the name he would chant as he curled in on himself, arms over his head and knees to his chest, as he waited for the pain to stop. The person that would greet him on both his loneliest days and his happiest days. A story that he loved enough that he could forget the unfairness of the world around him. Someone who he thought could understand him for all the injustice and cruelty the world dealt to Joonghyuk in the same manner.
Only for Dokja to have been that very world.
There's a tightness in his throat that makes it hard to breathe as he lowers his face to hide it against Joonghyuk's shoulder. His arms remain uselessly hanging by his sides, as if afraid to touch any more than he already has. If only there was some way to make it right... If only there was more he could do. ]
I'm...
[ His voice breaks, emotions overpowering him as he forces his knees not to buckle from underneath him. There's so much that he wants to say, so much that he wants to convey, but none of it feels like enough. He's a ghost here, powerless and aimless. A haunting reminder for everyone else to suffer through. ]