blood | sj+ji
ravjongin:
A flash of red in his vision, Jongin glanced down at the place beside him, brows furrowing down at a hand on the table of the Great Hall. “…Is that blood?” He asked the Ravenclaw seated next to him, using a finger to gently press next to the mark on the back of her hand.
Left hand resting across the table perpendicular to her chest and right hand swapping positions back and forth from her cheek to turning the pages of her latest casual read, Soojung’s fingers lightly tap against the wood in clock-like rhythms. Jongin’s voice is sort of a blur before she feels him press the back of her hand, tearing her attention away from the fourth chapter.
“Hm?” Her eyes are slow to snap out of its daze, and it takes her a moment before she follows his gaze down to her left hand. She brings it up closer to her face to inspect the red mark. Bloody hell, yes, it is indeed blood. “How the-- How did I even get this?” She murmurs to herself with furrowed brows, peering at the slight gash (probably around three centimeters or so) with intent curiosity.
