[ Myung can't tell yet, if it'll be something he'll keep grating at, like when you bite your cheek and you keep poking at it afterwards with your tongue. He doesn't know yet, everything too raw, too bright, for him to be able to say if the not knowing will drive him crazy, or if he'll manage to move past it.
But right now, it feels pointless to think about. It just hurts more, to keep on circling around the idea that it's his own fault, that it must be, that he must have one something wrong to push Dae away.
It's fucking useless.
What isn't useless, what feels good and warm and like all sorts of things Myung doesn't deserve, it's the way Junsu touches him, kisses him, talks about him. Myung's breath hitches, fingers twitching against Junsu's lips. ]
Sometimes I wonder what I've done to deserve someone like you in my life. You're always - so good to me.
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But right now, it feels pointless to think about. It just hurts more, to keep on circling around the idea that it's his own fault, that it must be, that he must have one something wrong to push Dae away.
It's fucking useless.
What isn't useless, what feels good and warm and like all sorts of things Myung doesn't deserve, it's the way Junsu touches him, kisses him, talks about him. Myung's breath hitches, fingers twitching against Junsu's lips. ]
Sometimes I wonder what I've done to deserve someone like you in my life. You're always - so good to me.