[ Jin is curled at Joonghyuk's feet, staring up with sad fox eyes. softly chittering as her tails sway anxiously.
Dokja sits down beside him, watching, observing. he has never really shied away from joonghyuk's apparent anger or otherwise. tests it, really. so he doesn't really keep his distance now either. ]
[ I say simmering on the beanbag chair, but he's dressing his wounds? There seems to be a good amount, even if they're healed. He just wants them covered so they don't get aggravated by the fabric of his clothes. ]
[ his voice is soft, hands stilling but he continues to finish up bandaging. though he's frowning deeply now. a reminder in the earlier trials, when Joonghyuk had said he would save him over his sister.
his stomach drops, his hands giving the faintest of tremble. kim dokja doesn't deserve it. he truly doesn't. he deserves to have his sister alive, he deserves to go back with her. ]
[ ... That was a tough decision to make, difficult words to utter. Mia means the world to him in every regression, even if each one isn't the sister he remembers. He can't stop seeing her, feeling his heart swell with love and regret, but he has his own debt to pay. ]
I'm fine. Don't blame yourself.
[ He's a little bit more worked up for whatever reason, but there isn't a lot of malice behind his words. Joonghyuk has lost Mia before; he is used to it. ]
[ "don't blame yourself"? isn't that easier said than done? Kim Dokja has been blaming himself for so many things his entire life. how can he not blame himself for that?
he grows quiet, not saying anything, but it's obvious from the knit of his brow that he doesn't quite believe Joonghyuk. he has finished wrapping his injuries though. ]
[ Oh. He’s quick to pick up on the silence and turns to him with a frown. Dokja has always been subtle, good on obscuring his emotions and thoughts, but there are tells. They’ve been fighting alongside each other for years, so of course he’d notice.
All of their companions know the tells… They’ve watched him for so long. ]
… I believe in the world you showed me.
[ And, honestly, he only started believing in others because of Dokja. He may never admit it, but the other man helped him regain his humanity. Returned to him a piece that was some shade of good.
He is also the only person that understands him and his myriad of complications, as much as an individual can understand another.
Dokja believes in the stories that people make… Joonghyuk believes in him. ]
One where we don’t need to sacrifice. [ Trust. ] But the Nightman must pay first—for Biyoo. Mia. The rest of the hostages and the dead.
[ Dokja makes note of the movement but he doesn't look at him. he already knows he'll be frowning or shooting him a disapproving look. he can feel it, really.
he stills at those words, his breath catching in his throat. he doesn't say anything- merely listens. it's a world worth living for. where everyone is there, capable of living normal lives than try to survive.
his lips press together, quiet, before he glances up to his companion. ]
They will. We'll deal with it and get everybody back. [ ... ] So, no matter what happens tonight, remember that, alright? We'll figure it out, just as we always have before.
[ whether either of them show up dead in the morning, they have to remember it. even if he pushes the thought of yoo joonghyuk dying tomorrow to the back of his mind. after all, he would rather it be him again. he can stand dying once more. but joonghyuk... Dokja isn't sure if he can handle him dying. (too fcken bad closes my eyes) ]
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W6 : THURSDAY
Simmering in one of the bean bag chairs. Niah whines, resting his head on Joonghyuk's knee. ]
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Dokja sits down beside him, watching, observing. he has never really shied away from joonghyuk's apparent anger or otherwise. tests it, really. so he doesn't really keep his distance now either. ]
Yoo Joonghyuk.
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Kim Dokja.
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[ he holds a hand out, requesting any of the makeshift bandages. he doesn't need to do it alone. ]
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he's quiet for a moment, touch gentle and careful. ]
How do you feel?
[ your simmering, sir. ]
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I hate those trips.
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The next is never any easier than the last. [ ... ] Do you wanna talk about it?
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[ That's the summary of it. ]
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[ his voice is soft, hands stilling but he continues to finish up bandaging. though he's frowning deeply now. a reminder in the earlier trials, when Joonghyuk had said he would save him over his sister.
his stomach drops, his hands giving the faintest of tremble. kim dokja doesn't deserve it. he truly doesn't. he deserves to have his sister alive, he deserves to go back with her. ]
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I'm fine. Don't blame yourself.
[ He's a little bit more worked up for whatever reason, but there isn't a lot of malice behind his words. Joonghyuk has lost Mia before; he is used to it. ]
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[ "don't blame yourself"? isn't that easier said than done? Kim Dokja has been blaming himself for so many things his entire life. how can he not blame himself for that?
he grows quiet, not saying anything, but it's obvious from the knit of his brow that he doesn't quite believe Joonghyuk. he has finished wrapping his injuries though. ]
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All of their companions know the tells… They’ve watched him for so long. ]
… I believe in the world you showed me.
[ And, honestly, he only started believing in others because of Dokja. He may never admit it, but the other man helped him regain his humanity. Returned to him a piece that was some shade of good.
He is also the only person that understands him and his myriad of complications, as much as an individual can understand another.
Dokja believes in the stories that people make… Joonghyuk believes in him. ]
One where we don’t need to sacrifice. [ Trust. ] But the Nightman must pay first—for Biyoo. Mia. The rest of the hostages and the dead.
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he stills at those words, his breath catching in his throat. he doesn't say anything- merely listens. it's a world worth living for. where everyone is there, capable of living normal lives than try to survive.
his lips press together, quiet, before he glances up to his companion. ]
They will. We'll deal with it and get everybody back. [ ... ] So, no matter what happens tonight, remember that, alright? We'll figure it out, just as we always have before.
[ whether either of them show up dead in the morning, they have to remember it. even if he pushes the thought of yoo joonghyuk dying tomorrow to the back of his mind. after all, he would rather it be him again. he can stand dying once more. but joonghyuk... Dokja isn't sure if he can handle him dying. (too fcken bad closes my eyes) ]
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