water's edge | doshin

And when Dohoon had sunk down into the slices of pale moonlight, he'd breathed out a quiet 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, like time hadn't passed between them at all.

Like they'd been standing under the same sky after all this time, and that the ugly thing in Shinyu's chest, curling in on itself and crumbling up like a dried leaf, was nothing but the realization that he had missed him, too.

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Dohoon comes back. Shinyu wishes he hadn't.