[ the room feels upside-down when he finally wakes up.
at first, vie doesn't recognize where he is, and the fear that rises up in the back of his throat is almost too much to swallow. but then, absurdly slow, everything starts to pour back in the way it should—the touch of jaejin's hands, the odd disconnect having him inside his head before everything darkened. and worse, the memories of their time together when he hadn't loved him the way vie is certain he loves him now. it's overwhelming and thick, and he has to roll over to press his face into the pillow beneath his head, take a deep breath. if he dwells on it too much, he's going to lose his composure.
and after a few moments, he finds his footing and navigates through the hallway, letting his fingers glide along the wall to ground him. everything's still a bit fuzzy, but jaejin draws him like a beacon, hand running over the back of the couch and using the arm of it as support when he gets to his knees in front of him. it's almost like that day in the park, he thinks, and the piercing thought of it is so vivid that vie nearly loses his breath. but he doesn't allow himself the buffer, immediately pressing his forehead into jaejin's knees. ]
I'm sorry. [ his throat is dry, his voice strained. ] I'm so sorry, Jaejin.
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at first, vie doesn't recognize where he is, and the fear that rises up in the back of his throat is almost too much to swallow. but then, absurdly slow, everything starts to pour back in the way it should—the touch of jaejin's hands, the odd disconnect having him inside his head before everything darkened. and worse, the memories of their time together when he hadn't loved him the way vie is certain he loves him now. it's overwhelming and thick, and he has to roll over to press his face into the pillow beneath his head, take a deep breath. if he dwells on it too much, he's going to lose his composure.
and after a few moments, he finds his footing and navigates through the hallway, letting his fingers glide along the wall to ground him. everything's still a bit fuzzy, but jaejin draws him like a beacon, hand running over the back of the couch and using the arm of it as support when he gets to his knees in front of him. it's almost like that day in the park, he thinks, and the piercing thought of it is so vivid that vie nearly loses his breath. but he doesn't allow himself the buffer, immediately pressing his forehead into jaejin's knees. ]
I'm sorry. [ his throat is dry, his voice strained. ] I'm so sorry, Jaejin.