[ Muyoung's head jerks up, and he falls back onto his ass. He didn't expect anyone to show up in his apartment, and he sure as hell didn't want anyone to see him like this. There's about five seconds of panic before he comes up with the immediate and obvious answer to the question "who the fuck is this?"
He wants to be angry. He wants to be absolutely livid with this man, but he can't pull himself out of his own guilt and self-loathing spiral right now to muster the energy for it.
So he wipes his face off on the back of his hand, trying to get the labored breathing under control before he looks back up at Enma with a blank expression.
Even if Enma hadn't popped in to see him sob the red, puffy eyes and trace tears still on his face would give him away, but he has done an admirable job of killing all emotion on his face. ]
Get the hell out of here.
[ His voice, however, sounds broken and shaky. There's no hiding how he's barely holding things together in that. ]
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He wants to be angry. He wants to be absolutely livid with this man, but he can't pull himself out of his own guilt and self-loathing spiral right now to muster the energy for it.
So he wipes his face off on the back of his hand, trying to get the labored breathing under control before he looks back up at Enma with a blank expression.
Even if Enma hadn't popped in to see him sob the red, puffy eyes and trace tears still on his face would give him away, but he has done an admirable job of killing all emotion on his face. ]
Get the hell out of here.
[ His voice, however, sounds broken and shaky. There's no hiding how he's barely holding things together in that. ]