[ It's a request that threatens to break Dokja, a sharp stinging immediate to the corners of his eyes as he squeezes them shut, throat impossibly tight while his arms pull Joonghyuk even closer as if holding on to a lifeline.
He hadn't wanted this, this spark of hope from just three words. But it builds and builds like an especially dangerous fire that can't be put out. What a cruel thing to do him, Dokja thinks. But it's fine if it comes from the very man who should be allowed every cruel action and word for what Dokja's put him through. If he wants to inflict the pain of hope, so be it. It'll war with the despair coiled around the reality of his situation, that someone has to read that story and how that someone has to be him.
Just like before on the subway, a half-truth formulates. ]
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He hadn't wanted this, this spark of hope from just three words. But it builds and builds like an especially dangerous fire that can't be put out. What a cruel thing to do him, Dokja thinks. But it's fine if it comes from the very man who should be allowed every cruel action and word for what Dokja's put him through. If he wants to inflict the pain of hope, so be it. It'll war with the despair coiled around the reality of his situation, that someone has to read that story and how that someone has to be him.
Just like before on the subway, a half-truth formulates. ]
I'll wait.
[ And watch, and read, and dream. ]