fate works in many mysterious ways. to doyoung, the question is love. why is he chosen out of billions of people in the world, how lucky is he to be part of the beautiful blooming healthy relationship with two people. what has his past self done that makes his present self earn the luxury, doyoung often wonders these unanswered statements to the dark blue sky with its twinkling lights.
he never gets the chance to think deeply about him due to short attention spawn and his busy schedule. even if he has the time, doyoung will be quick to delete the drafts because of overbearing the storage capacity his mind deals with his creative, imaginative brain. not always the best part of overthinking.
"hey handsome, I've been calling your name!" to doyoung, being with them in a sense of presence is enough for him to know. "let's sleep by the hammock, asahi is waiting for us!" the three smile, watching the orange hue mixes with the dark dusk. "get here closer dobby, I miss your hug warmth." asahi whines. doyoung does as told, like any other compliment. once again, comfortable.
