[ vie doesn't know how to staunch this wound, how to convince jaejin that nothing is going to happen as long as he believes it to be so. sunni isn't a particularly big worry on his part; he does this, he'd told him. he tries to scratch down below the surface and tear things apart because he'd never really been happy about their arrangement or their marriage. his father had seen to it after learning of vie's ability, thought it useful in the scheme of things, and there had been a far darker one-sided attraction vie had used to secure his place. now, he thinks, none of that matters. none of it has since his feelings for jaejin had erupted into something real.
he feels it when jaejin whispers that word, when he begs him for something he doesn't need to specify. he knows. he's always known, and he clings to it almost as desperately as he pushes against him, dragging jaejin back to squeeze him close in an embrace so tight it would eventually grow uncomfortable. his lips brush jaejin's neck, the curve of his shoulder. ]
You are mine, always. Nothing will ever change that. [ his voice grows softer. ] Please don't worry.
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he feels it when jaejin whispers that word, when he begs him for something he doesn't need to specify. he knows. he's always known, and he clings to it almost as desperately as he pushes against him, dragging jaejin back to squeeze him close in an embrace so tight it would eventually grow uncomfortable. his lips brush jaejin's neck, the curve of his shoulder. ]
You are mine, always. Nothing will ever change that. [ his voice grows softer. ] Please don't worry.