[ The words continue to escape him. None of it feels like enough. He finds himself running through the different things he could say, the apologies, the begging for forgiveness, the understanding, the request for an acceptance of what has yet to come. All of it unspoken as he feels Joonghyuk's hold on him tighten, Dokja's heart between them hammering to the point where he can feel it reverberate throughout his entire being.
Quietly, carefully, Dokja finally moves. He raises an arm, then another to rest them against Joonghyuk's wide backside. How he's come to depend on this reliable back, how he's learned to follow after it in a desperate bid to live what he'd always thought to be a meaningless life.
And how much he had wanted it to see his most desired ending. ]
... I wish I had been there.
[ And how much he had selfishly wanted to see that ending with everyone in turn. ]
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Quietly, carefully, Dokja finally moves. He raises an arm, then another to rest them against Joonghyuk's wide backside. How he's come to depend on this reliable back, how he's learned to follow after it in a desperate bid to live what he'd always thought to be a meaningless life.
And how much he had wanted it to see his most desired ending. ]
... I wish I had been there.
[ And how much he had selfishly wanted to see that ending with everyone in turn. ]