[ Myung, obviously, recognizes the voice instantly. He feels Junsu tense, too, and he's sitting up in a flash, worry written all over his face as he watches Dal start to leave the room. ]
Dal, baby, wait, come back! Hey, come back, it's okay, you're not - you're not interrupting at all.
[ He disentangles himself from Junsu, patting his arm gently, hopefully reassuringly, as he slides to sit towards the edge of the bed, to pull Dal to him if he turns back around. Otherwise, he'll have to chase after him. ]
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Dal, baby, wait, come back! Hey, come back, it's okay, you're not - you're not interrupting at all.
[ He disentangles himself from Junsu, patting his arm gently, hopefully reassuringly, as he slides to sit towards the edge of the bed, to pull Dal to him if he turns back around. Otherwise, he'll have to chase after him. ]