[ it feels as if vie is shutting him out and the panic rises in his throat again, neatly blanketing the shame. he wonders if this is how he loses vie — to a fight he started himself over something vie had no choice in.
crossing the distance between them, jaejin wedges himself between the sofa and coffee table easily, pressing his knees into the thin carpet and reaching for one of vie's hands before he can overthink it. if he pulls away, jaejin doesn't think he could blame him. for now, he wants to try. looking up at vie, he takes a few beats to get a grasp on anything he wants to say, his throat tight. everything just hurts. ]
Please, Vie. [ and apparently, he isn't above begging, though it's the first time he's done it since he got down on his knees in an attempt to convince his boss not to touch his parents. ] Aren't we in this together?
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crossing the distance between them, jaejin wedges himself between the sofa and coffee table easily, pressing his knees into the thin carpet and reaching for one of vie's hands before he can overthink it. if he pulls away, jaejin doesn't think he could blame him. for now, he wants to try. looking up at vie, he takes a few beats to get a grasp on anything he wants to say, his throat tight. everything just hurts. ]
Please, Vie. [ and apparently, he isn't above begging, though it's the first time he's done it since he got down on his knees in an attempt to convince his boss not to touch his parents. ] Aren't we in this together?