spitfire.
@qrkhaneul
he's always been a bit of a crybaby. years of bullying and having your hair pulled and everything about your appearance mocked as a child will likely make you sensitive. and jeongguk is, without a doubt, sensitive-- though he's trying his best to harden his skin and toughen up. it's important, imperative if he wants to be a good hero-- to not let his emotions rule him, affect him so strongly.
it's hard, however, to knock away habits that are only natural. fear and fright and panic and hysteria-- it's the tell-tale emotions that bring tears to his eyes, blurring up his already horrid eyesight. and today is no better, with his shaking fingers and heaving breaths-- unfocused eyes as he's patting down the skin of another's arm. fear builds in his gut, worry for the other's reaction-- his saliva isn't horribly poisonous, but it's still enough to sting or cause a nasty rash type of burn on flesh if not treated immediately.
jeongguk hadn't meant to do it-- he was too caught up in thinking, and shock is always something he's a bit too sensitive to. it's choked breath and splattered saliva leaving his mouth as he feels his heartbeat practically burst out of his chest in adrenaline, fear-- only to realize the sight of the spit touching the other male's arm. jeongguk had acted quickly, the sleeve of his sweater smelling of melting fibers as he carefully wipes of the mess of his diluted venom from the other.
"i'm ssssso sssssorry." he hisses, tears welling and building in his eyes, shoulders strung tight as he waits for it; the yelling, the scolding-- the hitting. "i didn't m-mean to! i wasn't...wassssn't paying attention and i..." there's a tremor in his voice, a tell-tale sign he's about to sob out loud and god, he's so mortified.