[ Joonghyuk lets that happen and with every slight brush, the ink starts falling off... The dark sea falls, revealing Joonghyuk as he normally is, without any of the effects. Maybe he's without color, simply monochrome is the effect. His gaze stays lowered, staring at the space between them even when their foreheads press.
He has to wake up eventually...
If this is real, Mia would be in trouble—he can't keep failing her. He has failed her too many times.
That ending, with everyone he loves. Happiness. All of these regressions, these years of suffering and pain, was to meet the man before him and to make sure they can all be happy. It's selfish, no matter how anyone looks at it, especially when Joonghyuk has had a happy ending once before... During that time before all this suffering began.
He has to wake up and he feels his own soul resonate with Dokja's words. In the end, he has always been idealistic. Optimistic. ]
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He has to wake up eventually...
If this is real, Mia would be in trouble—he can't keep failing her. He has failed her too many times.
That ending, with everyone he loves. Happiness. All of these regressions, these years of suffering and pain, was to meet the man before him and to make sure they can all be happy. It's selfish, no matter how anyone looks at it, especially when Joonghyuk has had a happy ending once before... During that time before all this suffering began.
He has to wake up and he feels his own soul resonate with Dokja's words. In the end, he has always been idealistic. Optimistic. ]
Hope is a curse.
[ Hope again is stringing him along. ]