"Someone said you didn't feel well. You okay?"
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Sometimes, reliving the memories from his past would get him in some sort of traumatic state in which his blood pressure would drop, being it triggered by anything related to blood or piercing objects. As he gulps dryly, the idol sits at a bench outside the coffee shop in which him and his members had gone to so they could spend some quality time together and relax while drinking some soju and eating meat-- but not everything went well. A plate fell and broke, having one of the members trying to pick it up and getting himself a cut. There was blood. Jongin can't handle blood.
With both hands pressed to his forehead and elbows resting on his knees, the idol faces the floor as he takes deep breathes, in and out, slowly so he can relax. It's not easy having this phobia of blood, especially since the members usually get small cuts around the dorm-- he is always the one to walk away and outside in order to take some air and forget the haunting images in his mind. Flinching at a sudden voice, the idol's head turns towards its owner, arms bracing himself as he looks away immediately. His friends really have to stop letting other people deal with him--
"I'm okay ..." His voice is low, weak, and his fingers are curling on the short sleeves of his shirt, lowering his gaze to the floor before releasing a deep sigh. At least the male bothered to check on him, he should be thankful for that. But then again, in such state, the idol can get quite sensitive and push other away ... oh-- maybe that was why his friends gave up on trying to help him. "Don't worry. I'm really okay." It's a lie, but he doesn't want to get a stranger worried about him because that would be selfish, right?
