[ Because it is his... After he returned it, after their battle and reintroduction on that isle, Joonghyuk had decided the pocket watch belonged to him. Much like how he accepted Dokja back into his life, even though he would choose a different worldline from their own.
Upon this story's face, there are littered scars unknown to Dokja... It was a regression he didn't get a chance to read, but it's still Yoo Joonghyuk. His hand stays extended despite how Sooyoung's shard stays stowed away in the other man's pocket. This isn't what he asked for yet he lets that hand in his wander and, in turn, his fingers gently brush against Dokja's pulse. Unfortunate he can't check if the person in front of him is alive. Gloves keep them apart.
His gaze doesn't rip away from the other man. For a moment, he wonders if this is all a dream. Not once had Dokja ever apologized—this is a side of him Joonghyuk has never seen. It puts him in an uncomfortable spot, wishing to see the Dokja he knew during the scenarios, but in the end this is a part of who he is. Joonghyuk knows this.
A debt, to atone, an apology. ]
If you are sorry, then you shouldn't struggle. [ His sword is put away into its sheath and hangs off his hip like before. With a short stagger, he hoists Dokja over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. ] I will take you home.
[ Sooyoung, too, will help him, but she's dead right now. Useless.
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[ Because it is his... After he returned it, after their battle and reintroduction on that isle, Joonghyuk had decided the pocket watch belonged to him. Much like how he accepted Dokja back into his life, even though he would choose a different worldline from their own.
Upon this story's face, there are littered scars unknown to Dokja... It was a regression he didn't get a chance to read, but it's still Yoo Joonghyuk. His hand stays extended despite how Sooyoung's shard stays stowed away in the other man's pocket. This isn't what he asked for yet he lets that hand in his wander and, in turn, his fingers gently brush against Dokja's pulse. Unfortunate he can't check if the person in front of him is alive. Gloves keep them apart.
His gaze doesn't rip away from the other man. For a moment, he wonders if this is all a dream. Not once had Dokja ever apologized—this is a side of him Joonghyuk has never seen. It puts him in an uncomfortable spot, wishing to see the Dokja he knew during the scenarios, but in the end this is a part of who he is. Joonghyuk knows this.
A debt, to atone, an apology. ]
If you are sorry, then you shouldn't struggle. [ His sword is put away into its sheath and hangs off his hip like before. With a short stagger, he hoists Dokja over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. ] I will take you home.
[ Sooyoung, too, will help him, but she's dead right now. Useless.
Anyway, he's going to try to kidnap. ]