[ Myung shrugs again, but he looks down, swaying forward a little until his forehead hits Junsu's shoulder. ]

I just don't want it to happen again.

[ Myung wouldn't be surprised to hear the conversation didn't go as smoothly as expected. Dal is truly... very innocent, when it comes to this. Myung chuckles, still feeling slightly mortified. ]

Part of me is glad he asked, part of me wishes he'd asked me. But I probably would have imploded.