[ Stop. If anyone is going to here it's actually going to be Dokja (surprisingly). To see his expression twist, and with where they're at back home- how can he not? He steps closer, a hand raising to brush fingers against a cheek. ]
It wasn't going to be you. [ It's said quietly. No way would he put that on Joonghyuk's shoulders too. After everything he's gone through? This was the least Dokja could do to repay for it all. ] And it's not something I would ask our companions to do.
[ It had to be him then. He'll try to nudge their foreheads together, peering at him with a slight raise of his brow. Didn't need to come here? ]
It's hard not to. [ It's Thursday. Doesn't matter how long it's been, there's that lingering anxiety in the back of his mind. It could be Yoo Joonghyuk that shows up dead tomorrow. Maybe it'll be the same case where there's a graveyard of sorts but... it's so early on. ]
Especially when we're in this kind of situation again.
[ He doesn't move away, allowing Dokja to brush his fingers against his cheek. It has been a long time for him, considering he came from finishing the scenarios and getting to the train. He and his companions had their breaks, but it isn't the same without Dokja.
The forehead press is allowed. He's subdued, maybe due to weariness of all that plagues his mind... And all he had to experience before arrival. Once tightly wound up, he's winding down. The person who was going to save the world was Dokja, he thought once.
The world they wanted to save was Dokja, Jung Heewon said.
... The person in front of him. ]
I meant you didn't need to accept. I could have saved Biyoo and Mia on my own.
[ It may sound arrogant and haughty, but it comes from a place of protectiveness. ]
[ That's what he meant? He eyes him for a moment and huffs a little a second after. He may or may not be stopping himself from laughing. ]
I made Biyoo a promise, even if you are capable alone I wasn't just going to stay idle.
[ It could have been any one of their companions and he still would have accepted. It could have been Han Sooyoung, someone who is more than capable of getting herself out of a mess, and he would still be here.
It wasn't really a matter of trust or confidence in Yoo Joonghyuk not being strong enough. It just boils down to Kim Dokja not being able to let something like this happen. ]
In any case, we're both here now. So let's deal with it together.
[ So no point in complaining, you dumb sunfish. He's very tempted to pinch his cheek at such a haughty response but he'll just smooth out those furrows with his thumb instead. ]
[ And what it boils down to Joonghyuk is that he isn't sure if he can handle losing Dokja for the nth time. He has survived this long, but how much longer? He can say the same for the rest of their companions... How many times must they see they can't protect the person they wish to protect? What was the point of becoming stronger than the stars?
There are thoughts he keeps to himself, finding it unnecessary to be repetitive...
But he calms down too a sulking state, quiet though indignant to the very end. Smoothing out the furrow is impossible. His eyebrows begin to knit naturally yet he's without wrinkles. Simply quiet as big sad dogs are. ]
[ Why are you making me emo. I'm so sad. If I didn't know that it was a tutorial death this week I really would think you're deathflagging me.
Dokja does his best to smooth it out but Joonghyuk really is a big sad dog huh. His hand raises to brush hair for a moment until he gives him a chaste kiss. Something meant to reassure, maybe comfort.
Maybe get a grumpy reaction from his companion who knows. ] It'll be fine.
[ STOP HE'S DEPRESSED. He's allowing a lot of things today, only because it is Thursday... And he isn't sure if Dokja will be there in the morning. It takes him back to the last week of trial in chasma, but it is a fear he had long before he was dragged into these stupid murder games. He remembers the Demon Realm, waking up to find that he had been unconscious since the Demon King Selection and left his comrades to fight the Indescribable Distance alone.
And that Dokja had sacrificed himself again.
Years upon years with his companions, waking up to know that they've failed and lost. He should be numb and he tells himself that. He should continue to push Dokja away and punish him for making him and their friends suffer. Tonight, however, he can't find the ounce of resistance left in him, especially after the kiss.
His lips don't press back, but his head falls to rest on Dokja's shoulder as his arms gently wrap around him... As if this can be a cage to keep Dokja safe. ]
[ Stop depression. There have been some blips of emotions he's been feeling throughout the week, especially tonight, that do not belong to himself. He's briefly distracted by it but he's drawn back to Joonghyuk when he feels that weight on his shoulder.
Just as his companion's arms wrap around him, he returns the hold. One hand gently threading at the end of black hair soothingly. Focusing more on his presence than his thoughts.
Dokja knows there's a lot he can't really reassure. Not with the number of years that has been built upon in the past before murdergames, but this comfort for tonight is nice to have. The warmth in his arms, that holds him, at least for tonight they can relax as much as they can before the inevitable case and investigations the next few days. ]
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It wasn't going to be you. [ It's said quietly. No way would he put that on Joonghyuk's shoulders too. After everything he's gone through? This was the least Dokja could do to repay for it all. ] And it's not something I would ask our companions to do.
[ It had to be him then. He'll try to nudge their foreheads together, peering at him with a slight raise of his brow. Didn't need to come here? ]
It's hard not to. [ It's Thursday. Doesn't matter how long it's been, there's that lingering anxiety in the back of his mind. It could be Yoo Joonghyuk that shows up dead tomorrow. Maybe it'll be the same case where there's a graveyard of sorts but... it's so early on. ]
Especially when we're in this kind of situation again.
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The forehead press is allowed. He's subdued, maybe due to weariness of all that plagues his mind... And all he had to experience before arrival. Once tightly wound up, he's winding down. The person who was going to save the world was Dokja, he thought once.
The world they wanted to save was Dokja, Jung Heewon said.
... The person in front of him. ]
I meant you didn't need to accept. I could have saved Biyoo and Mia on my own.
[ It may sound arrogant and haughty, but it comes from a place of protectiveness. ]
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I made Biyoo a promise, even if you are capable alone I wasn't just going to stay idle.
[ It could have been any one of their companions and he still would have accepted. It could have been Han Sooyoung, someone who is more than capable of getting herself out of a mess, and he would still be here.
It wasn't really a matter of trust or confidence in Yoo Joonghyuk not being strong enough. It just boils down to Kim Dokja not being able to let something like this happen. ]
In any case, we're both here now. So let's deal with it together.
[ So no point in complaining, you dumb sunfish. He's very tempted to pinch his cheek at such a haughty response but he'll just smooth out those furrows with his thumb instead. ]
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There are thoughts he keeps to himself, finding it unnecessary to be repetitive...
But he calms down too a sulking state, quiet though indignant to the very end. Smoothing out the furrow is impossible. His eyebrows begin to knit naturally yet he's without wrinkles. Simply quiet as big sad dogs are. ]
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Dokja does his best to smooth it out but Joonghyuk really is a big sad dog huh. His hand raises to brush hair for a moment until he gives him a chaste kiss. Something meant to reassure, maybe comfort.
Maybe get a grumpy reaction from his companion who knows. ] It'll be fine.
[ Not really but.. for now, at least? ]
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And that Dokja had sacrificed himself again.
Years upon years with his companions, waking up to know that they've failed and lost. He should be numb and he tells himself that. He should continue to push Dokja away and punish him for making him and their friends suffer. Tonight, however, he can't find the ounce of resistance left in him, especially after the kiss.
His lips don't press back, but his head falls to rest on Dokja's shoulder as his arms gently wrap around him... As if this can be a cage to keep Dokja safe. ]
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Just as his companion's arms wrap around him, he returns the hold. One hand gently threading at the end of black hair soothingly. Focusing more on his presence than his thoughts.
Dokja knows there's a lot he can't really reassure. Not with the number of years that has been built upon in the past before murdergames, but this comfort for tonight is nice to have. The warmth in his arms, that holds him, at least for tonight they can relax as much as they can before the inevitable case and investigations the next few days. ]