[ The first few words make Myung's stomach sink. That never bodes well, to start with those. But he doesn't waver, keeps looking at Junsu. He knows how it is, to want to keep secrets. To buy things down to try and not let them burden you so much you can barely live.

But then Junsu says the words, and Myung blinks, relief exploding in his chest. He lets out a noise, before pulling Junsu in his arms, hugging him tight. ]

Shit, I thought you were going to say you're leaving, or you're dying, or something fucking awful.

[ He grins in the crook of Junsu's neck, as he shrugs. ]

I don't give a shit. You're Junsu.