[ to say jaejin isn't prepared for this conversation would be a vast understatement. his gaze drops to their hands, watching vie's thumb skip over each bump of his knuckle, focusing on the warmth of his hold instead of the urge to curl in on himself and direct their attention back to chul and what needs to be done. his heart hurts, sharp in a way it doesn't when he shoves it to the background.
he knows everything that brought them here, knows he's responsible for making vie feel like he's out of reach when what he really needs is support, not space. it's a hard balance, wanting to be as honest with him as possible and not wanting to upset him further. he doesn't want to think of their fight, but it's even harder not to. ]
I'm still here. [ it's the truth in a few ways, gentle. after a breath, he decides he wants to try being upfront again, and this time his tone is unsure. ] I just want to be prepared when you leave.
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he knows everything that brought them here, knows he's responsible for making vie feel like he's out of reach when what he really needs is support, not space. it's a hard balance, wanting to be as honest with him as possible and not wanting to upset him further. he doesn't want to think of their fight, but it's even harder not to. ]
I'm still here. [ it's the truth in a few ways, gentle. after a breath, he decides he wants to try being upfront again, and this time his tone is unsure. ] I just want to be prepared when you leave.