... You say that, but I also know you threw yourself away because you think it's easy.
[ As if Dokja was trash that could be left behind, never written in this story's ending. As if he didn't deserve to be here... As if he was only an onlooker doing his best to write them something happy.
Joonghyuk doesn't like it. The grip on his forearm clenches a bit tighter. ]
If you think you are disposable, you aren't, Kim Dokja. You...
[ There is no response. Even after everything, Dokja does not truly value himself as highly as others do. An awful thing. But Kim Dokja is an awful person after all.
The amount of time he has been told that he is disposable is so much greater though. From his father, to even the relatives tasked to looking after him, to the bullies throughout all of his school years...
He's afraid to meet that gaze straight on but he does, lips pressed together yet the expression he gives is... helpless. That emptiness is a painful reminder. ]
[ ... He's frustrated beyond believe to see Dokja like this. To see that the man who's usually so confident to be reduced to this—maybe he's frustrated because he's hurt. He isn't sure what he can do.
What can you ever do when someone looks, feels helpless? Grabbing his shoulder, avoiding Niah, he forces him to look up. ]
[ There's that moment of hesitation, head turning away despite the touch and the weight. However, he resigns quickly enough, emitting a sigh and then finally doing as he asks.
Even though his lips are dipping into a frown, brows knitting together, he still looks at Joonghyuk. He can at least do that much after everything, right? All that he's put his companion through. He ignores that dreadful feeling and faces him properly now. ]
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[ As if Dokja was trash that could be left behind, never written in this story's ending. As if he didn't deserve to be here... As if he was only an onlooker doing his best to write them something happy.
Joonghyuk doesn't like it. The grip on his forearm clenches a bit tighter. ]
If you think you are disposable, you aren't, Kim Dokja. You...
[ You mean something. At least to him. ]
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The amount of time he has been told that he is disposable is so much greater though. From his father, to even the relatives tasked to looking after him, to the bullies throughout all of his school years...
He's afraid to meet that gaze straight on but he does, lips pressed together yet the expression he gives is... helpless. That emptiness is a painful reminder. ]
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What can you ever do when someone looks, feels helpless? Grabbing his shoulder, avoiding Niah, he forces him to look up. ]
... Look at me.
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Even though his lips are dipping into a frown, brows knitting together, he still looks at Joonghyuk. He can at least do that much after everything, right? All that he's put his companion through. He ignores that dreadful feeling and faces him properly now. ]