[ Murdergames are awful, but he can find the silver lining that at least he can see Dokja again, instead of seeing his almost lifeless form at home. The pinching continues and his patience wanes exponentially, but he accepts the kiss. Some thoughts are drawn out... These small pieces of comfort and affection are not meant for him. It's for another him, but that's still him, isn't it? He's Yoo Joonghyuk. That is who he is.
The trips he went through—they didn't tire him at much as this one did. It felt like... Days after, he was a shell. He was trapped outside or inside his body and watched as these actions were made by this figure called Yoo Joonghyuk. They were days of confusion.
He's weary, so he doesn't retaliate immediately. Instead, he fires a warning. ]
I'm still mad at you.
[ The Dokja that waits for him at home, the one in front of him. Different, the same, he's angry with them. ]
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The trips he went through—they didn't tire him at much as this one did. It felt like... Days after, he was a shell. He was trapped outside or inside his body and watched as these actions were made by this figure called Yoo Joonghyuk. They were days of confusion.
He's weary, so he doesn't retaliate immediately. Instead, he fires a warning. ]
I'm still mad at you.
[ The Dokja that waits for him at home, the one in front of him. Different, the same, he's angry with them. ]