[there are a few moments where nam soon remains mostly motionless, sitting somewhere between the shock and exhaustion that's been keeping him so clouded all this while. even as heung soo looks him over, nam soon remains still and fragile, something that most people would never even expect to see of him.
but once heung soo gives in and pulls him into a hug, there isn't anything else nam soon can do. the sort of relief and comfort it brings saps any remaining strength in him; the emotional and physical burdens of the last few days all seems to seep out of him at this very moment. what little energy he had to even stand on his shaky legs seems to falter, and it's only seconds before his body is slumping against heung soo's, letting much of his weight sink into his best friend. his hands grip tightly at heung soo's clothes, much in the way a child would cling, and nam soon's head drops down to rest on his shoulder.
there's a long exhalation, a breath that sounds off in relief, but also only narrowly evades cracking into a sob. the tears are forming in his eyes again, and he's just glad heung soo isn't looking at him in this state. even if that bastard knows exactly what's happening, it's just a little less embarrassing for him to cling tightly and react this way without making any sort of eye contact. it's better for both of them—he can feel the pounding of heung soo's heart against his chest, after all. it's such a strange feeling, to be so weak and so helpless. being alone in a silent world with nothing to assure him things weren't as bad as they seemed were enough to make his fragile mentality crack.
it had taken nam soon a long time to build back up what had broken in him the night he broke heung soo's leg. and even if he'd learned to face the world again, even if he always fronted being stronger than he was by way of indifference, there's a certain fragility that always threatens to crack him—this week had been just that. he didn't blame heung soo for it, not after knowing that he hadn't really left, and that the situation was beyond his control...
but he didn't feel any less helpless because of it. he couldn't hear heung soo's voice at that time. and he couldn't stop whatever had his body from doing something stupid or reckless. he couldn't protect the only thing that really mattered to him again. so now that heung soo is here, now that he's tangible and can be heard? nam soon doesn't want to let go. and frankly, even if he did, he'd probably collapse straight to the ground anyway.]
...Crazy bastard. [he manages to say that much at least, as if harsher words will somehow offset the fact that he's weakly crying on heung soo's shoulder; as if it will seem less desperate for him to cling so tightly as if his friend will somehow just disappear again. it's pitiful and it's scary, and he knows this, but he also can feel the way heung soo is holding on to him with the same brand of desperation. he hadn't been the only one spooked by what happened, and maybe it brings just the slightest extra comfort to be able to feel all those little, unfiltered things that remind him that heung soo never actually abandoned him a all.]
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but once heung soo gives in and pulls him into a hug, there isn't anything else nam soon can do. the sort of relief and comfort it brings saps any remaining strength in him; the emotional and physical burdens of the last few days all seems to seep out of him at this very moment. what little energy he had to even stand on his shaky legs seems to falter, and it's only seconds before his body is slumping against heung soo's, letting much of his weight sink into his best friend. his hands grip tightly at heung soo's clothes, much in the way a child would cling, and nam soon's head drops down to rest on his shoulder.
there's a long exhalation, a breath that sounds off in relief, but also only narrowly evades cracking into a sob. the tears are forming in his eyes again, and he's just glad heung soo isn't looking at him in this state. even if that bastard knows exactly what's happening, it's just a little less embarrassing for him to cling tightly and react this way without making any sort of eye contact. it's better for both of them—he can feel the pounding of heung soo's heart against his chest, after all. it's such a strange feeling, to be so weak and so helpless. being alone in a silent world with nothing to assure him things weren't as bad as they seemed were enough to make his fragile mentality crack.
it had taken nam soon a long time to build back up what had broken in him the night he broke heung soo's leg. and even if he'd learned to face the world again, even if he always fronted being stronger than he was by way of indifference, there's a certain fragility that always threatens to crack him—this week had been just that. he didn't blame heung soo for it, not after knowing that he hadn't really left, and that the situation was beyond his control...
but he didn't feel any less helpless because of it. he couldn't hear heung soo's voice at that time. and he couldn't stop whatever had his body from doing something stupid or reckless. he couldn't protect the only thing that really mattered to him again. so now that heung soo is here, now that he's tangible and can be heard? nam soon doesn't want to let go. and frankly, even if he did, he'd probably collapse straight to the ground anyway.]
...Crazy bastard. [he manages to say that much at least, as if harsher words will somehow offset the fact that he's weakly crying on heung soo's shoulder; as if it will seem less desperate for him to cling so tightly as if his friend will somehow just disappear again. it's pitiful and it's scary, and he knows this, but he also can feel the way heung soo is holding on to him with the same brand of desperation. he hadn't been the only one spooked by what happened, and maybe it brings just the slightest extra comfort to be able to feel all those little, unfiltered things that remind him that heung soo never actually abandoned him a all.]