“ i never seem to belong anywhere. or to anyone. ”
it takes everything in seunggi to not immediately turn his gaze to haneul. he wants to. he really, really wants to. but he's not entirely sure his eyes would convey everything he wants to say in response — they probably couldn't even cover half. nor does he think it's fair to immediately toss his friend in the spotlight when he's already been kind enough to be so vulnerable with him.
instead, seunggi's hands curl against the arm rest of his chair on haneul's balcony, and simply turns his face a little bit further into the passing breeze. "i don't know if this will mean much," or anything, really. with his luck, he'll seem too passive to his friend's feelings here, and that is not what he wants. "but i've found that i belong to too much. people. things." his head tilts some, looking to angle upward towards the sun, even if it means closing his eyes for a moment. "and i'm not trying to make it seem like it's not all it's cracked up to be, that's not my place, i just —— i feel like i always need to ask for permission to leave. to not belong." to breathe, to have a space of his own. and it's draining him. it really, really is.
"and i just... i wonder if it's the same thing for you. if you're waiting for permission to belong." he still can't look at haneul, for fear of putting words in his mouth. but again, he swears up and down that he means no harm. "and you don't need it, you know? you're free to do what you want. you're free to be where you want to be." after a soft inhale, his head comes back down to earth and his eyes flicker towards the other's form. "you're free to belong where you want to, hannie." he blinks carefully. "i don't... feel like i need permission with you. and i hope you don't feel like you need it with me." he carefully offers a hand. "i'd like it if you belonged here, with me."
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