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why do you like messing with me so much? apart from you, nong arm, i don't mess with anyone else. it's not fun.
end of the world. [arkarm fanfic]
"take care of yourself for me, arm. that's all i ever want from you," ark whispers quietly, allowing the weight of the world to crash on his shoulders.
"i have you," arm nonchalantly answers, like there's no care in the world—as if everything is so simple.
something obvious, something ludicrous. [arkarm fanfic]
"but i hope it was worthwhile. the wait. the chase. i'm sorry that i was so dense. and stupid. and oblivious to your feelings for me. i never experienced something like this. you were my firsts in everything. how i wish i knew better. you wouldn't have to suffer for so long."
or arm questions how someone as perfect as ark can fall in love at first sight with him—which is mind-bogglingly crazy and illogical. but arm might not know that he's the answer to his own question all along. he's the only answer ark can ever give.