#* earthquake

rowon pockets his phone and leans against the railings, his eyes sweeping over the rumbling city below. he wonders if this is a good call, if this is even worth talking about since this would be the third conversation they’ll be having on it. but he can’t shake the weight that’s been pressing into his chest.

he tries to be casual about it.

“i didn’t think about the future.” this is how he greets @lgcmjun when he hears him approaching. “it didn’t matter. i lived day by day, one hour at a time. but when i asked you to be mine, i started getting glimpses of a future—bits and pieces of my hopes for us.” he lets those words settle long before he finally turns to look at minjun.

and then comes the question he’s here for:

“does anyone else call you junnie?”