[ It's like a bucket of ice, straight down Kwang's back. Junsu says the words, these words, the love words, and Kwang barely registers them, because of what follows. He pulls back; he has to pull back, to put some distance to look at Junsu, seeing him here, small and vulnerable and -

a liar.

Kwang's stomach is in absolute knots. He feels like he might be sick. ]

So that first time, when we met, when I showed you my scars. I trusted you, from the get-go. And you lied. The whole time. [ His voice is small, barely a whisper. It's hurt, a little broken, rather than angry.

His hands shake. He doesn't even care, he doesn't, it's not - it's not like Xylnan, it's not, it can't be -

Kwang can't breathe. He stands, knees unsteady, feeling like he needs to cover himself in more layers than he has on right now, to hide himself further. ]

I thought you trusted me. I thought you could. [ His throat feels dry. ] I need to - to not be here, right now.