[ With embrace returned, his form slackens more, leaning onto Dokja sluggishly with his weight. Dokja's words tell him something—the plans were already in motion. It was inevitable... And they follows him with justified doubts, yet not enough vigilance to predict and prevent what's to come, what came. Joonghyuk doesn't know if this brings him comfort, but there is some relief.
If he were to trust those words... Then Dokja wishes he was with them. Suspicions rise again, but his heart clings onto optimistic thoughts. It's enough to usher something into his shoulder, soft and muffled. ]
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If he were to trust those words... Then Dokja wishes he was with them. Suspicions rise again, but his heart clings onto optimistic thoughts. It's enough to usher something into his shoulder, soft and muffled. ]
Wait for me.
[ Atop Dokja's selfish confession is his own. ]