he looked tired as well, he merely shook his head.. noticing how tense the other one seemed.
no one ever apologises to him.
❝ it's.. fine. you look like shit. ❞
it had been a long night and he had several more hours until he could sleep… another shift before then.
eyes widening as he looked over at who he had bumped into, “ oh shit, i’m sorry, i should have been paying attention. ”
Mintae walked alongside him, his eyes scanning the male with clear suspicion.. why was he humming .ᐣ
He kept his head down as they walked, his hands shoved into his leather jacket pockets as he followed the other..
❝...Mintae.❞ he muttered, almost to himself.
(+)
He hesitated.. every single nerve in his body screamed as he flexed the bandage against his knuckles. This was wrong. He doesnt deserve love. Not like this.
He quietly nodded.
❝ Yeah, whatever. Tea and then i'm leaving. I don't care about your stupid bunnies. . ❞ [+]
&. overnight, and it'll be as good as new tomorrow!" packing away his little aid kit back into his satchel. "and i like to help, that's all. do you want some tea too? my shop isn't far from here. there's bunnies too."
His eyes widened in terror and he took a step back, completely dropping the bloody rag that was nursing his split knuckles.
❝ the fuck are you .ᐣ.ᐣ.ᐣ.ᐣ ❞
with pleasure.
( the demon grins, flashing long, pointy fangs in the process - shortly after raising her hand towards his face. instead of that, she holds unnaturally long claws; far longer than normal fingers would be, tip pointy and sharp. covered entirely in black fur. )
He flinches instinctively at the contact but forces his hands to stay still, he's looking at him with confusion written all over his face.
❝ what--- why are you doing this .ᐣ yoy don't even know me.. ❞
Mintae leaned into his touch slightly without realising it. . (+)
His body was tense from the pain radiating from his knuckles all the way up to his arm..
He wasn't used to getting any form of positive attention or care so his mind was racing. A million questions..
❝ n-no.. I said I'm fine.. ❞ Mintae’s hair was (+)
He glanced down and scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval before stepping towards the register, his hands now leaning against the counter.
❝ You think this is funny .ᐣ ❞
He really did sound like he was talking through gritted teeth, trying his best not to snap..
ground.
His boot connected with the drunk's stomach to create distance. He glared at Taeha.
❝ The fuck do you want .ᐣ Keep staring at me, pretty boy. I will knock your teeth out. . ❞
Mintae looked pathetic in this moment, his head was dizzy. .
He wasn't used to someone talking back to him... or even approaching him for that matter.
Mintae’s icy gaze usually made even the strongest brute back away...
❝ I'm not even drunk, you dipshit. ❞ His tone was sharp, his eyes slightly wide with adrenaline and shock (+)
Every muscle in his body was ready to snap.. and yet he stayed perfectly still for a second. His brain trying to register between prey or predator. He wasn't sure what would happen if he struck him..
He glanced at Taeha's motorbike.. and then back at the stranger on the (+)