Her frail attempt to hide the brokenness within had always been futile before it was even executed, but the girl knew that she had to try. The brunette had no want to imbue the kindly male with problems that are not his to bear at all. So Junhee had miserably shut her eyes with the use of her hand, preparing herself for the waves of disappointment and failure to drown her. Oh, if one truly asked, this female was definitely able to swim, but in a sea like this, she too would lose the breath of life and succumb to the abyss of darkness. It was comparable to being stuck in the process of being buried alive, in a moment that oneself is no longer certain as to which side of the vital line they belonged — between life and death. For surely to merely exist is synonymous to being undead, right?
Choi Junhee waited deploringly for the imminent seconds in which the silent Kris Wu would react to her inane display. By chance, would he be the type of person to be appalled and disgusted at such girlishness; weakness? Was it not alarmingly probable that the male might have armed himself with words to wound, or walk away from a disaster that he happened to be entangled in against his entire will? She did not think poorly of the other, but the brunette was painfully ascertain that a person’s benign nature had their limits. And to continue standing in front of her would be a matter too personal for a mere stranger.
Therefore, it came as an absolute surprise when she, in turn, was embraced by the very student she least expected. An uncomfortable cough escaped her much too quickly, due to the ever present awkwardness and dislike towards skinship. It was unlike Junhee to assume instantaneously while she didn’t turn around to confirm the incident, but the low voice was unmistakably his alone to wield. The peaceable notes that resonated within her ears were unfair — because they were beyond logical fairness. At the same time, the brunette fought consistently to stay calm and dissipate the fears that beset her mind for the weight on her shoulders were deathly familiar to an event that occurred during an unscrupulous hour so long ago. Two men and her unparalleled companion, the loading of a revolver and the force that held her hostage— the scar that lingered as a haunting memory. His arms were brushing too close to it.
"Please don’t," were the syllables she wanted to whisper, but she realized they ceased from articulating because she actually liked the feeling after all. Unsettled by her vacillating emotions, the female focused on responding to his words. "You meant quits, right?" tittered Junhee carelessly, a smile adorning her sad, hidden face. "Goodness, I don’t think so…" The imperceptible motion of his tilting head that indicated increased proximity had genuinely startled her. Just how much was he willing to give? Remembering the fact that Kris spoke of her to be opposite of being pathetic, the brunette grinned at last. Imitating his earlier reaction, she too held his hands with much care and turned around, finally allowing herself the right to see him — when she doesn’t.
A new level of uncertainty swallowed the female student whole. How was it that she wasn’t able to descry him even with her eyes opened? His hands, she still had them in hers, so it was indubitable that he was present. Yet here she was, in a darkness so bleak that even the eidolon of the past had no access to. Gulping, Junhee blinked rapidly in an attempt to force a change in this aberrant pattern. That caused a small sigh to escape her lips after the supposed observation. Kris Wu,” began the female slowly. “I have no wish to alarm you any further than this, but if we don’t find somewhere relatively suitable like the lounge, I might just faint on the spot…” With a hasty, messy grin, Choi Junhee tersely explained her drastically decreased sight that only consisted a series of inconsequential light patches.
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