[ Myung's learning that, himself. That love comes in all sorts of shapes and flavors and it can be shown and understood in a myriad of ways. What he's starting to feel for Dal is its own thing, completely separate to how he feels for Junsu. How he feels for Minsu. How he feels for Dae, for Sage, for Ten.
He loves lots of people, and he loves them all in different ways. It's taking him a while, but he's getting there. And it feels good to hear the words said back to him. He doesn't care what Junsu is. He never has, and he's not going to start now.
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He loves lots of people, and he loves them all in different ways. It's taking him a while, but he's getting there. And it feels good to hear the words said back to him. He doesn't care what Junsu is. He never has, and he's not going to start now.
Myung smiles, exhales a bit loud. ]
Yeah. Yeah, please.