“You can talk to me, or not talk to me, but I’m here.”
admittedly; he’s been having on and off days lately. be it due to fatigue or feeling emotionally worn-out for reasons unknown, he should have known that his jojak sisters were bound to notice. both are mature and well-rounded, and can even read between the lines of his lucid temperament. it’s safe to assume seoyeon has noticed him sometimes spacing out in a job, acting slightly more paranoid than usual under circumstances he used to feel safe. she knows something, why else would she say that.
regardless, it throws him off. “y-yeah, i know. thank you.” there’s a tremor of uncertainty in his voice. one that wouldn’t have been there, had he not momentarily considered opening up to her. all this time, he’s thought of her as a sister. but his tongue is in knots now, when he’s at a loss and feels the need to ask for the help of someone more experienced and knowledgeable. he clears his throat, and assumes it won’t hurt to try. worst case scenario, he’ll choke on his words, and no one will ever know.
“you know, there’s something that’s been on my mind for a while—“