[ He stops, unsure where he's going with this. That he's using Junsu? That's not it, but then again they both know that it's not the issue. There are times where they do that, where they use each other, and it's okay. But right now, it's not what Myung wants, or needs.
What he wants, what he needs, is Junsu. He grabs his hand, toeing off his shoes quickly as he clambers up on the bed, practically falling into Junsu's arms. He lets out a sob as he buries his face in the crook of his neck, trying to breathe. ]
I didn't know who else to come to. You were the only one I thought about. It's, huh.
[ Myung's voice breaks, and he pauses, trying to gather himself. ]
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[ He stops, unsure where he's going with this. That he's using Junsu? That's not it, but then again they both know that it's not the issue. There are times where they do that, where they use each other, and it's okay. But right now, it's not what Myung wants, or needs.
What he wants, what he needs, is Junsu. He grabs his hand, toeing off his shoes quickly as he clambers up on the bed, practically falling into Junsu's arms. He lets out a sob as he buries his face in the crook of his neck, trying to breathe. ]
I didn't know who else to come to. You were the only one I thought about. It's, huh.
[ Myung's voice breaks, and he pauses, trying to gather himself. ]
Dae left. He left the house. He left me.