[ Dread plummets his heart to the pit of his stomach when he hears Joonghyuk's approach. Dokja tenses, shoulders a hard line as he refuses to turn around, fingers curling over the edge of the sink in a white-knuckled grip. This close, he can see Joonghyuk's shadow draped over him, but even still, he doesn't budge. Instead, his eyes bore into the the counter top under his hands.
How he wants to believe in those words. They tempt him in such a way that he can feel himself waver, if only just a bit, before he's reminded what being by their sides had cost them. In an instant, the reality comes crashing back down on him, and he finds himself shaking with the effort to maintain what little composure he has left.
He takes in a deep, shuddering breath, then exhales slowly. Again, he doesn't turn around. ]
Sometimes I wish you weren't such a stubborn bastard.
[ Annoying... Frustrating, even. Not untrue, but not entirely true either. After all, isn't this what had drawn him to Yoo Joonghyuk in the first place? ]
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How he wants to believe in those words. They tempt him in such a way that he can feel himself waver, if only just a bit, before he's reminded what being by their sides had cost them. In an instant, the reality comes crashing back down on him, and he finds himself shaking with the effort to maintain what little composure he has left.
He takes in a deep, shuddering breath, then exhales slowly. Again, he doesn't turn around. ]
Sometimes I wish you weren't such a stubborn bastard.
[ Annoying... Frustrating, even. Not untrue, but not entirely true either. After all, isn't this what had drawn him to Yoo Joonghyuk in the first place? ]