#prgrph:loose ends

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Seunghyun's heart dropped into the pit of his stomach as the door opened and their eyes met. His hand gradually lowered, lips parting in the smallest way as a wave of a form of fear took over. "... Joe," he whispered, a lump forming at his throat.

     In the tense hallway outside his apartment, the whisper of his name that shattered the silence was breaking his resolve. He clenched his jaw as he tried to keep hold of his emotions, to prevent anything from showing as his expression remained blank. The shadow was half tempted to slam the door in the elder's face without even giving him a chance of an explanation. It would serve him right. L.Joe never dealt well with people disappearing, especially without a word, and even if he got used to it -- used to people coming and going, with or without warning -- it still left him a bit hurt. Especially if they were closer to him than a stranger. And this male was no stranger.

     Lips parted as if he was going to say something in reply before he closed his mouth and let out a small, quiet, sigh through his nose. He took a step back and gestured for the other to enter his apartment, still void of any emotion. 

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He stood in front of where the other male lived, eyes locked on the door in front of himself. After all this time... was this a wise decision? What would become of it all? Raising his hand as it balled into a soft fist, Seunghyun's knuckles gently patted against the door, knocking several times. His stomach began to flip and turn into knots, the nausea climbing, his heart racing, and hands trembling. Seunghyun had disappeared and broke many hearts, but this one one he had to make right. How?

     It wasn’t often that L.Joe was at home in his own apartment, often opting to sleep at the cafe his adoptive brother, Knight, had gifted to him, when he was too tired from his various jobs to return home, floating through the shadow realm, running between jobs or at his girlfriend’s house. So when he heard the soft, and seemingly hesitant, knocks on his apartment door, his eyes shot to it instantly, brows dipping in confusion. Usually if someone was coming over, they would let him know by text message, phone call, making plans or yelling at their shadows.

     The sclera of his eyes tinted to a pitch black as he used his abilities to check the area outside his apartment; trying to access if he should approach the door or not. He wasn’t using his insight to see specifically but just checking the safety of his surroundings — only to freeze up at the familiar presence he felt. He hesitated and shot an unsure look at his pets before waving them off as he got up and off the couch.

     He stood on the other side of the door with his shoulders hunched before reaching for the handle and opening the door. His eyes, which were now back to normal, trailed up the taller male’s body before looking at his face. (A part of his mind cursed all height differences and their jab at his pride.)

     L.Joe’s breath hitched silently and it took a lot of control to keep himself from grimacing, frowning, crying, cringing or showing any of the emotions he felt at the sight of a familiar face. The thumps of his heart, both from pain of their past and the sense of fear, drowned out his thoughts. L.Joe was too stunned to say anything so he stood there, waiting — expecting — the other to say something.