open: m/nb/f
muse: himchan - my fighter
connection: significant other, close friend, someone concerned about him.
himchan was just about done with being scolded like he was a child who had broken a vase. ever since he had come home they had ranted and raved at him. he was out too late, he was getting hurt too much, he was being too irresponsible, whatever was coming to their mind. at that point he could have burned holes into his shoes with how hard he was staring at them and he was done. he looked up at them, interrupting them mid-sentence. “if what i do bothers you so much then go. just leave. i was doing just fine before you, i’ll be fine after you’re gone.” his words were harsh, he wasn’t sure he meant them. he just wanted the yelling to stop.
