When Trainer slipped as he stepped out of the shower, the expression on his face was the closest to startled Junho had ever seen in their months of sharing a room.
The man caught himself with a palm on the tiled wall, settling back into the perfect picture of composure, but it was too late.
Junho could remember the sound of his own laughter -- a chuff, really -- but not the sensation bubbling in his chest and out of his throat, low, odd, yet real. The dissonance struck him, and for a moment he believed himself dreaming, except his dreams never let him feel this light, so this was reality.
He pushed that off-kilteredness aside though, because Trainer was looking at him, his otherwise expressionless gaze tinged with the barest hint of amusement -- and something else, something Junho doesn't quite dare name.
Squid Game, Junho
When Trainer slipped as he stepped out of the shower, the expression on his face was the closest to startled Junho had ever seen in their months of sharing a room.
The man caught himself with a palm on the tiled wall, settling back into the perfect picture of composure, but it was too late.
Junho could remember the sound of his own laughter -- a chuff, really -- but not the sensation bubbling in his chest and out of his throat, low, odd, yet real. The dissonance struck him, and for a moment he believed himself dreaming, except his dreams never let him feel this light, so this was reality.
He pushed that off-kilteredness aside though, because Trainer was looking at him, his otherwise expressionless gaze tinged with the barest hint of amusement -- and something else, something Junho doesn't quite dare name.
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