self worth.
@qrkbora
there are times jeongguk feels it-- the bravery, the bouts of courage. it's those fleeting moments when he feels like he has what it takes to be something glorious, to be a hero worth praise, love and trust. it grows inside him, like a small bud of a flower-- slowly blooming until the petals are stretched out and beautiful and jeongguk can't help but reach out and show everyone.
and it's time like these-- that he so desperately wants to act on it, but jeongguk is too weak, too cowardly. so he stares, fingers curling around the doorframe of a classroom as he listens idly to the whispers around him. they're mean, cruel-- aimed at one kim bora with such a judgmental intensity it makes jeongguk almost sick to listen to. the isolation and the worry she must feel, to be the object of so many people's hatred just because of a familial tie.
he hates it. he really, really does. so he tries his best to bring in the courage; inhale, exhale-- one step, then two.
his fingers are shaking as he approaches her, lower lip quirking as wide eyes look over at her. he shifts, his nerves on fire as he fights the urge to bite into his lip, worry the flesh until it's stinging with blood and venom. he clears his throat, the action loud in the near silent room; when he's granted her attention, he offers a small, shy smile.
"...you're not what they say you are." he states, slow and low. there's anxiety settling in him; as if maybe this wasn't the right thing to say, wasn't the proper way to approach. "you...you're not like what they say. don't...don't let them get you, bora-ssi. i t-think you're incredible!"
