It’s not like Junhong to be writing up a message as soon as he receives one. He’s not rude or anything and he’s definitely not complicated but most of the time, he’s just lazy. It’s worse when he puts it like that so he simply makes up excuses the next time someone asks. Daehyun’s text brings a smile to his face and after hitting send, he flops back onto his bed and flails his limbs awkwardly around. He’s probably sick or something.
{ text ; cloud } Will you come home if it doesn't?
But it’s not like he can get sick anyway since he’s technically not even alive; that’s the last thing on his mind, however, as he’s too preoccupied with calming the storm in the void of his chest where his heart should be laying dormant.
Sanna became the last of his worries when he received Junhong's text; his heart warmed and ready to love, Daehyun cast away the head of his opponent and dried the blood off his hands. He was done for the night and the only thing preoccupying his mind was the smile of one Harbinger and the warmth of said force in his arms, pressed to the frame of his chest.
( sms » cute potato ) Then I guess I'll have no choice but to come back.
He chuckled at his response which he sends after glancing over it one last time. It was little things like these that made him wonder if he was giving away his heart again. Though he wasn't sure giving it to the Harbinger of Death was such a good idea, Daehyun had no qualms about it for the meantime. At least he got to see the cute side of Junhong, the one side that was reserved for only the closest friends. And he was more than just lucky to be included in that.
