[ Joonghyuk grows silent, eyes focused on the bandages wrapping around his hand. His fingers flex and he’s reminded that he’s here. This is happening. Dokja is here. He’s also real.
Everything to come will happen to him, too. His gaze lifts and there’s a glint of something in his dark eyes—anger… Melancholy. ]
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Everything to come will happen to him, too. His gaze lifts and there’s a glint of something in his dark eyes—anger… Melancholy. ]
… And you don’t intend to change it.