Maybe he was with you. But maybe something else... something else pushed him to this.
[ junsu isn't sure it's wise trying to find reason. myung is the type to think he did something wrong, and it might eat at him forever to not know, to not find out, what the final straw was for dae.
so he takes the opportunity to let him think about something else, his hand curling gently around his wrist, turning his head to press a kiss at his finger tips. ]
So are you, you know. [ yes, even splotchy and dark haired and looking a weepy mess. ]
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[ junsu isn't sure it's wise trying to find reason. myung is the type to think he did something wrong, and it might eat at him forever to not know, to not find out, what the final straw was for dae.
so he takes the opportunity to let him think about something else, his hand curling gently around his wrist, turning his head to press a kiss at his finger tips. ]
So are you, you know. [ yes, even splotchy and dark haired and looking a weepy mess. ]