[ Disappointment?? Oh, maybe Joonghyuk is understandably disappointed that this whole thing has been a giant waste of time! Dokja agrees! It was stupid to have thought this of him in the first place!
[ There's a sharp pang... Because what has him staying here is that he worries if he were to leave him without another person's gaze, Dokja would disappear into nothing. Like this is a dream, one that he should wake up from, but hasn't and refuses to.
...
The silence continues, grumpily as Joonghyuk usually is. His eyes shift elsewhere as he returns to his original thought. ]
[ The silence that descends on them is deafening, and Dokja struggles for a moment because what? Did he hear that right? He almost believes he had an auditory hallucination over whatever the heck it is that Joonghyuk just said.
Dokja leans back in his seat, though his gaze remains fixed on the other man. ]
[ STOP LOOKING AT HIM!! HE ISN'T GOING TO LOOK BACK!!! ]
They'd be by your side.
[ And maybe Dokja would allow them to be... He doesn't know? There is bristling envy at the thought because—why must he and Sooyoung be pushed away? They've known him longer. They've suffered so many trials together. To leave room for someone else, someone whom Dokja trusts and confides in, is an strange thought.
But ultimately, Dokja could be happy, couldn't he? Have you ever felt someone struggle with contentment but also emptiness before. It's fine. People move on when you let them. ]
[ It's the awkwardness of the situation that punches an uncomfortable, incredulous laugh out of him, though it sounds more like a huff of a single breath. How strangely funny that Dokja had once wished the very same for Yoo Joonghyuk. ]
I've never even kissed anyone before coming here. I don't need something like that, besides I always had...
[ —Ah, he catches himself there, eyes going wide as he quickly looks away, though the embarrassment at nearly slipping lingers on in their connection. Dokja clears his throat as he shifts his attention to the material of his seat, fingers picking at something that isn't there. ]
Anyway, it's good that we cleared up this misunderstanding.
[ Joonghyuk chose not to think too deeply about how Dokja really shipped him with Seolhwa and did everything he could to get them married. It was nice... And he remembers he was happy. Happiness is the topic, in the end.
His attention shifts back. When was the last time he has seen Dokja awkwardly fidget and fiddle? ]
... You can at least try to finish your sentences.
[ Loser. Idiot. Curiosity comes with criticism, attempts at masking it. ]
[ Finish his sentence and say something as gay as "I always had you"?? Dokja would rather die.
So he stands up and stretches his arms over his head, pretending very much like he hadn't heard Joonghyuk as he readies himself to leave since the house chores are done. But oh, he almost forgot. ]
Let's check out the libraries together one of these days.
[ Yeah, he's returning to that subject now that they've cleared up the fact that Dokja is still as single as he's always been. ]
[ Dokja... Most of those years were one-sided until recently.
Joonghyuk doesn't respond... But based on the vibe, emotionally tangent with being Exalt and the overall atmosphere, he isn't against it, but the usual grumbly and huffy bristling is there with the knit of his eyebrows.
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... The silence is unnerving, though. ]
What?
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What?
[ Repeats what he says like he wasn't semi-distracted. ]
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Where did you go just now?
[ Since he is no longer a mind reader... ]
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[ WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHERE DID HE GO? HE DIDN'T PHYSICALLY GO ANYWHERE. ]
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[ This is why they can't have conversations with each other. ]
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[ This is a surprise? There is surprise. ]
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[ Aren't they both just filled with surprises. ]
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...
The silence continues, grumpily as Joonghyuk usually is. His eyes shift elsewhere as he returns to his original thought. ]
It would be nice if you found someone.
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Dokja leans back in his seat, though his gaze remains fixed on the other man. ]
... Seriously?
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They'd be by your side.
[ And maybe Dokja would allow them to be... He doesn't know? There is bristling envy at the thought because—why must he and Sooyoung be pushed away? They've known him longer. They've suffered so many trials together. To leave room for someone else, someone whom Dokja trusts and confides in, is an strange thought.
But ultimately, Dokja could be happy, couldn't he? Have you ever felt someone struggle with contentment but also emptiness before. It's fine. People move on when you let them. ]
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I've never even kissed anyone before coming here. I don't need something like that, besides I always had...
[ —Ah, he catches himself there, eyes going wide as he quickly looks away, though the embarrassment at nearly slipping lingers on in their connection. Dokja clears his throat as he shifts his attention to the material of his seat, fingers picking at something that isn't there. ]
Anyway, it's good that we cleared up this misunderstanding.
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His attention shifts back. When was the last time he has seen Dokja awkwardly fidget and fiddle? ]
... You can at least try to finish your sentences.
[ Loser. Idiot. Curiosity comes with criticism, attempts at masking it. ]
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So he stands up and stretches his arms over his head, pretending very much like he hadn't heard Joonghyuk as he readies himself to leave since the house chores are done. But oh, he almost forgot. ]
Let's check out the libraries together one of these days.
[ Yeah, he's returning to that subject now that they've cleared up the fact that Dokja is still as single as he's always been. ]
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Joonghyuk doesn't respond... But based on the vibe, emotionally tangent with being Exalt and the overall atmosphere, he isn't against it, but the usual grumbly and huffy bristling is there with the knit of his eyebrows.
Fine. ]
If there's free time.