It's been like this every night so far, hasn't it.
[it's more of a statement than an actual question; nam soon already knows the answer to it, after all. he was well accustomed to those nights of sleeplessness; before he became a habitual napper, those lonely nights when he couldn't crash and heung soo's were often like that.
hell, the only reason he came so capable of actually being able to sleep was because he wanted to push out every urge and thought from his mind after the incident. but even then, nam soon had plenty of nights that ended in him tossing and turning for one reason or another. it's a time when it's always the hardest after all. all anyone really wants then is the comfort of someone who cares about them just being there, even if it's in a silent slumber, even if they're not sharing the same room. it's the general presence that matters, so he understands all too well what heung soo is feeling. it's almost funny to him, because his best friend had always seen through his ruses and excuses to spend the night back then — he understood it more than anyone then, so of course he'd be able to recognize it now, right?
he's considering all of this, and heung soo's words as he flops onto the bed, laying on his back with his eyes fixated on the ceiling for a moment. there's something strangely comforting and familiar about it, even if this situation had never happened before — maybe it's just because he and heung soo had had many night like this before, though the roles have been reversed since then.
nam soon finds himself shaking his head from where he lays, his tongue clicking in some sort of sarcastic disapproval. but it's not long before he turns on his side to face heung soo, using a hand to prop up his head while his elbow rests on the mattress for support.]
You should have called me the first night, you dumb bastard. Or showed up at my door. [despite the way his lips purse for a moment, he smiles a bit anyway. it's the roundabout, nam soon way of saying that heung soo's an idiot for trying to bear this weight all by himself. nam soon had always relied on him during those lonely times, and the very least he could do is repay that by offering the sames. they were friends, weren't they? and because heung soo knew that it was a feeling he'd understand, nam soon thinks it even more ridiculous (and frankly, dumb as hell) that he would try to shoulder it alone.
he's been worried enough as it is, okay. even if he seems like he's taking it in stride, the fact that heung soo's had to deal with this alone really weighs on him. nam soon wouldn't wish that burden on anyone at all, let alone the single most important to him in the world.]
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[it's more of a statement than an actual question; nam soon already knows the answer to it, after all. he was well accustomed to those nights of sleeplessness; before he became a habitual napper, those lonely nights when he couldn't crash and heung soo's were often like that.
hell, the only reason he came so capable of actually being able to sleep was because he wanted to push out every urge and thought from his mind after the incident. but even then, nam soon had plenty of nights that ended in him tossing and turning for one reason or another. it's a time when it's always the hardest after all. all anyone really wants then is the comfort of someone who cares about them just being there, even if it's in a silent slumber, even if they're not sharing the same room. it's the general presence that matters, so he understands all too well what heung soo is feeling. it's almost funny to him, because his best friend had always seen through his ruses and excuses to spend the night back then — he understood it more than anyone then, so of course he'd be able to recognize it now, right?
he's considering all of this, and heung soo's words as he flops onto the bed, laying on his back with his eyes fixated on the ceiling for a moment. there's something strangely comforting and familiar about it, even if this situation had never happened before — maybe it's just because he and heung soo had had many night like this before, though the roles have been reversed since then.
nam soon finds himself shaking his head from where he lays, his tongue clicking in some sort of sarcastic disapproval. but it's not long before he turns on his side to face heung soo, using a hand to prop up his head while his elbow rests on the mattress for support.]
You should have called me the first night, you dumb bastard. Or showed up at my door. [despite the way his lips purse for a moment, he smiles a bit anyway. it's the roundabout, nam soon way of saying that heung soo's an idiot for trying to bear this weight all by himself. nam soon had always relied on him during those lonely times, and the very least he could do is repay that by offering the sames. they were friends, weren't they? and because heung soo knew that it was a feeling he'd understand, nam soon thinks it even more ridiculous (and frankly, dumb as hell) that he would try to shoulder it alone.
he's been worried enough as it is, okay. even if he seems like he's taking it in stride, the fact that heung soo's had to deal with this alone really weighs on him. nam soon wouldn't wish that burden on anyone at all, let alone the single most important to him in the world.]