#// ur SO real for this HWIOGAHWIGHAWG

[tewwor]

“Nothing will take you from me. Not even death.” ( for chanyeol also yes i logged in just for this <333 )

possessive prompts ( accepting ) — @hnjwn

"Is that so?" Chanyeol muses aloud, nearly glacier slow in the placement of each word. A stark contrast to how swift amusement lightens his eyes; both of which already settled on the previous speaker. Of course it is — when does his sight ever stray far from someone as captivating as Joo-won?

A small cat-like yawn's barely stifled behind the back of his good hand. Then he's shifting, ever so slightly, towards the detective where he lays his heavy weary head upon the man's lap. "Are you saying that because of the arm?" Cracked in two places, and it hadn't been quick. Rather gruesome method, too, but he outlived the dash of torture. Survived to see another day and have his fill of tormenting this particular jaded soul.

"Told you already, Joo-won-a, it's nothing to worry that pretty little head of yours over." But is this solely about the casted injury? No, probably not. Knowing this man, knowing that look written across such sharp features, there lays a wealth of other reasons and concerns and possibilities. All of which he won't flat out deny the importance of. They're both aware of the dangers and inevitable risks their respective occupations come with. Deeply and irrevocably understand how neither can endure life without it.

"But yes, yes— it's just as you say. Not even death will have me." Something of an appreciative chuckle slips free, fully imbued with a midday's worth of comfort. "Never took you as the jealous sort." No, he'd known from the very start — just as Joo-won knows how pleasing it is for Chanyeol to get a rise out of him.