dongwoo cries and sunggyu finds himself speechless. he has on several occasions broken down in front of dongwoo, he’s been patched up multiple times by dongwoo but when it’s his turn to return the favour, he finds himself useless.

it started with him simply entering the empty classroom to prepare for the lesson he was going to have, but it ended with him staring blankly at dongwoo — he had no idea on what he could do about it. dongwoo isn’t a loud crier, he sniffles, he wipes his tears away and his mouth is open while he cries. sunggyu thinks he’s ugly when he cries.

sunggyu forces himself to do something, to grab at dongwoo’s arm, to bring him into his arms. and so he does, it’s clumsy but he gets what he wants. dongwoo almost immediately falls into his arms, pushing his face against his shoulder.

”i don’t know if i can do it anymore,” he hears dongwoo say and it hurts him. he knows dongwoo got the messiest class to handle, they all got messy classes, messy students. it’s difficult to teach at youth detention center. it’s tough and everyone thought dongwoo was tough enough to handle it. dongwoo’s hands are shaky on his arms.

he’s still speechless, his words are no where to be found and his throat is tight just from hearing dongwoo cry. dongwoo’s told him about how they throw things, they don’t listen, they call him names. dongwoo’s always smiled at it, pretending as if he didn’t let it get to him. but he did, dongwoo told him it hurts sometimes — the stupid things they call him. sunggyu understands, it’s easy to be affected.