it's unfair, how his own back remains untouched while yoojin's has been scarred with all the lashes. "that's it, let's—— let's run away. we have to run away, get far away from this forsaken place and never—— ever ! return."
"letting yourself get treated like that, deem yourself unworthy of being loved." it holds true; no recollection will be held of conversation with words only strung together by sheer will and deep desire to protect kin from harm. how many punishments has this man carried ?
another late─night call, another back ﹠ forth with the other end of the line later, does he find himself in this situation; the target of all his twin's melancholy and buried regrets. hands steady at sides with grip as loose
courageous drunken stupor present once more, seemingly a common occurrence with older twin lately. clumsily, digits grip front of @attenive 's shirt, shaking other gently. "yah, jin—ah. when are you going to stop, hm ? i can't bear it anymore," he slurs.
of course i don't want you to wake up to that. but . . . hold tightens slightly, protectiveness overcoming. he who carries the biggest burden; rejection, shame. he whom yoonho couldn't protect before. guilt grapples at heart, twists it into a knot.
breaths come steadier with rhythmic taps, the nausea that vulnerability always manifests in abyss of stomach feeling so far away now. voice lowers to something quiet. yeah.
there's nothing wrong with you. palm cradles cranium, holds it soothingly against own shoulder while free extremity wraps around him. gentle pats are offered against back, cadence gentler. dreams like that are really nice, aren't they . . ?
the gesture is an act of solace, head falls to thud against shoulder ﹔ exhaustion bleeding through cracks of façade, making up all that he is. i don’t want to miss her. i try not to.
. . . i didn't think you saw me with that much affection. it hurt me too, but i quite literally have the face you don't want to see. i didn't know what to do.