[ Only one person here is uncomfortable. Joonghyuk himself is content and placated—scowl less intense, frown less disapproving, it may be the closest thing to happiness he has felt in a long while. Dokja is where he belongs. After so many years, another regression against the scenarios, and another era without him, the man who held the answer to what it means to survive and live breathes before him.
They can set out all they wanted to do in a world without scenarios, whether it be picnics by the Han river, visits to PC bangs, attending graduation ceremonies... They can lead normal lives. Joonghyuk's chest swells with warmth as these vivid daydreams wind in his mind. This is the conclusion they deserve and it feels right.
... At least, it should. ]
I do, but for Han Sooyoung and I that was years ago.
[ His memory is a curse and the amnesia granted to him before might have been a blessing. Leaning back into his seat, he crosses his legs, but his expression stays neutral as his emotions still like water. Perhaps snuffed is a better word with every purpose to obscure and hide. ]
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They can set out all they wanted to do in a world without scenarios, whether it be picnics by the Han river, visits to PC bangs, attending graduation ceremonies... They can lead normal lives. Joonghyuk's chest swells with warmth as these vivid daydreams wind in his mind. This is the conclusion they deserve and it feels right.
... At least, it should. ]
I do, but for Han Sooyoung and I that was years ago.
[ His memory is a curse and the amnesia granted to him before might have been a blessing. Leaning back into his seat, he crosses his legs, but his expression stays neutral as his emotions still like water. Perhaps snuffed is a better word with every purpose to obscure and hide. ]
You're still thinking about that place.
[ Even though you're finally home. ]