[ No, Kwangjo doesn't think for a second that Shinwoo ever wants to rekindle their relationship. It is a shame, because in his own twisted way Kwangjo really does miss Shinwoo. Kwangjo may not have ever been a good person at any point in his life, but there was a point when he wasn't as terrible as he is now. Shinwoo knew him during that time...
There are moments when Kwangjo is sitting in his large studio apartment, the girls he convinced to come home with him that night asleep, naked on his bed, while Kwangjo stares out the floor to ceiling windows tossing back enough alcohol to numb any trace of genuine human feeling he still has lingering himself him. Before that numbing kicks in, however, or sometimes backed by the liquor in his system, Kwangjo finds his thoughts wandering to Shinwoo, and missing his friend.
His "old friend" who sounds like a child throwing a tantrum over having to say it. He probably is, and if Kwangjo had any decency he'd drop the ruse. Shame then that Kwangjo didn't have a shred of decency in him.
Kwangjo reaches up to idly scratch at the side of his neck, smiling almost lazily at Shinwoo as he considers the comment. ]
Maybe, but we are still old friends.
[ It's hard to tell if he's trying to goad Shinwoo into attacking him or not, because the look he gives him could be read as both fond and patronizing all at once, considering their history and Kwangjo's current indiscretions. ]
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There are moments when Kwangjo is sitting in his large studio apartment, the girls he convinced to come home with him that night asleep, naked on his bed, while Kwangjo stares out the floor to ceiling windows tossing back enough alcohol to numb any trace of genuine human feeling he still has lingering himself him. Before that numbing kicks in, however, or sometimes backed by the liquor in his system, Kwangjo finds his thoughts wandering to Shinwoo, and missing his friend.
His "old friend" who sounds like a child throwing a tantrum over having to say it. He probably is, and if Kwangjo had any decency he'd drop the ruse. Shame then that Kwangjo didn't have a shred of decency in him.
Kwangjo reaches up to idly scratch at the side of his neck, smiling almost lazily at Shinwoo as he considers the comment. ]
Maybe, but we are still old friends.
[ It's hard to tell if he's trying to goad Shinwoo into attacking him or not, because the look he gives him could be read as both fond and patronizing all at once, considering their history and Kwangjo's current indiscretions. ]