{ Attempting a steadying breath and failing to rid the quiver etched each 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 draw, Jun-seok dug the heel of a palm into his temple }
. . . { Joining its counterpart around the handle of the gun}
. . . Come in.
{ Eyes fixed, anticipating. }
—We can test what you said.
( The beat of Jun-seok’s heart deafened his ears, forehead already picking up in sweat. The grip of his pistol was heavy with the magazine he happened to have overlooked— )
( With a loud click of his gun, he pressed a shoulder against the shared wall. )
—Open it yourself.
(⠀A knock cuts through the deafening silence — a distinct pattern, soft, and courteous.
So gentle in fact, you’d have to be directly behind the door to catch it.⠀)
. . .
I can hear you.
{ His mouth feels as dry as sandpaper, prompting him a difficult swallow and snapping Jun-seok out of his loud train of thought. He exhales. Hand still over the doorknob, all the more hesitating.
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, he’s sure of it. }
https://t.co/hZoSMyl53W ofc ofc judas!!! i had a lot of fun already just setting him up and i NEED more of ur junseok 🙂↕️ 🙂↕️ im so glad u like it! cant wait to write with u🙏
https://t.co/dqhy8Bga6h SRSLYSRSLY i know how busy u r so for u to put time into making a whole other acc and aesthetic and everything to write w me as and a bday gift this means sm