There's something that weighs uncomfortably against his chest as Joonghyuk bundles him up and Dokja doesn't think it's the tight press of the blankets around him. While he normally finds comfort in small and secure spaces, there's an unfamiliar restrictiveness about this. Or is it because of the person doing this to him?
It's new. He's never felt so much like a stranger around Joonghyuk before... Right? Almost as if every action the other man takes is foreign and odd and not... ordinary.
He's thinking too much again, so much so that it's practically deafening. About that dream. About how there's been a sudden shift in how he perceives Joonghyuk. Dokja's not going to be able to fall asleep. Maybe if he just closes his eyes... But he can't hide the furrow between his brows, the downturn of the corners of his lips, the way his breathing slips unevenly past his lips. ]
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There's something that weighs uncomfortably against his chest as Joonghyuk bundles him up and Dokja doesn't think it's the tight press of the blankets around him. While he normally finds comfort in small and secure spaces, there's an unfamiliar restrictiveness about this. Or is it because of the person doing this to him?
It's new. He's never felt so much like a stranger around Joonghyuk before... Right? Almost as if every action the other man takes is foreign and odd and not... ordinary.
He's thinking too much again, so much so that it's practically deafening. About that dream. About how there's been a sudden shift in how he perceives Joonghyuk. Dokja's not going to be able to fall asleep. Maybe if he just closes his eyes... But he can't hide the furrow between his brows, the downturn of the corners of his lips, the way his breathing slips unevenly past his lips. ]