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A single sturdy sweep to erase memories long recalled.
At least, that's what it should have been. Jaewon's adieu lasted no longer than a second in Junsu's heart, but its rippled effect kept him floating along just the same.
How can he act as if he'd been betrayed? It was him, in fact, that sparked the idea of escape. He's always lived by that motto, 'if you can't beat 'em, join 'em'. You kind of have to use all means necessary when you don't have a home. A tacitly agreed upon fact; morals are a luxury.
But he can't see that in Jaewon. Not the thirst to survive in a world that hates him so. All he wants is happiness for people that could give less of a shit about him. Jun knows. He's seen them. They wouldn't bat an eyelash if they knew the truth.
And perhaps Jun is selfish for making the elder believe the same as he does, that the best solution is to go away. Selfish, not because it'd make Jaewon stay (because really, him running away, away from Seoul is the last thing he wants), but because he's the one dictating. This isn't Jaewon's decision, it's Jun's, only made right in the other's eyes with the devastating amount of trust he puts in someone he barely knows, for lack of a better friend.
And that, Jun doesn't know how to feel about. Is he really that important to Jaewon?
Hah. Probably not, but does it even matter anymore? He's across the ocean, living a new life in a new country that he can hopefully, finally be happy in. Jaewon's suffered too long, Junsu knows.
But still, oh, those smiling eyes. That laugh, every time Jun would make a softened snarky remark or an embarrassing mistake that somehow, Jaewon always managed to practically kiss away.
At least he'll be happy now, even if it means he's left behind the shell of another lonely, yearning man with a hope that maybe Seoul won't be the end for him after all.
(Jaewon had hugged Jun for the first time the day before he "disappeared". It still burns there in his skin, leaving a mark Jun could never hope to forget, let alone erase.)