because the next thing that followed suit was the very same knuckle hitting the very same point on the guy’s side fairly hard. smell of iron can be noted in a single fleeting breath, crimson drops fell upon the concrete ground a bit by a bit.
one down. as for the rest ...
might it seem as if Eunwoo is just paranoid, but he swore he’s going to do his best to prevent ... 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆 to present itself before him—before @crimsolace.
“I have my reasons, and trust me when I say something bad would come out of it if you choose to be stubborn.”
the gaze he laid on that boyfriend of his softened, albeit still holding a tiny bit spark of flame. “I need you to listen to me for this once, I'm not ‘asking’ anymore.” concluded, it is, he’d pretty much stick to the initial intention he had, delayed by objections in between.
golden marbles flickered towards mismatched jewels. hesitation appears. “you might get carried away and pass out from the adrenaline rush. I absolutely don't wanna drag you back home.” / @crimsolace
proper martial arts anyway. he could just knock them out without much effort.
“no.” rejection meets another rejection. Eunwoo was firm, delivering that one instantly as he exhaled a long, heavy sigh into the cold air. “it’s not that I doubted your fighting capability, no. but—”