[ if possible. he's just saying — that part of kwang doesn't scare him. quite the opposite. the stronger he is, the more incredible he is in junsu's eyes.
he doesn't answer about his need to escape, because kwang points out the store and his excitement triples. he hasn't been to a bookstore since before the war. he misses how they smell. he misses the quiet hush between the rows.
pulling away from kwang, he grabs his hand and starts tugging him, moving faster, as close to walking before it turns into a jog. he laughs, too, excited and carefree, pushing the door open as they step inside. ]
Oh, wow. [ he's actually a little moved. it's nothing like the bookstores of before, but it's... it's something. there are shelves and books and a stifled quiet and it smells like paper, ink, binding glue. ]
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[ if possible. he's just saying — that part of kwang doesn't scare him. quite the opposite. the stronger he is, the more incredible he is in junsu's eyes.
he doesn't answer about his need to escape, because kwang points out the store and his excitement triples. he hasn't been to a bookstore since before the war. he misses how they smell. he misses the quiet hush between the rows.
pulling away from kwang, he grabs his hand and starts tugging him, moving faster, as close to walking before it turns into a jog. he laughs, too, excited and carefree, pushing the door open as they step inside. ]
Oh, wow. [ he's actually a little moved. it's nothing like the bookstores of before, but it's... it's something. there are shelves and books and a stifled quiet and it smells like paper, ink, binding glue. ]