박태현 | @sajinyul
his initial thought process was rational.
how long had she been in here, how could he find out how she was doing, who was she with, what the hell happened?
why didn’t she tell me?
no, no, that’s not an appropriate question. she’s your best friend, the love of your life, her emotions are strong and sudden ( A LOT LIKE YOUR OWN ), and she has a lot on her plate. suitable reasoning allowed him to take comfort in knowing that she didn’t tell him because she physically couldn’t. she didn’t want to worry him, she didn’t want the pressure of feeling like a burden for her friends
and his fist collided with the buttons on the elevator because he couldn’t make it any more clear that she was his life, and he wanted to make sure he could do whatever was in his ability to keep it sailing smoothly. it was the first time in a year he had become physical, the first time in a while for him to act out on his emotions.
it was not the first time he had found himself apologizing to an inanimate object.
that was a normal reaction to finding ou someone you loved was in danger.
it wasn’t his new usual behavior. it was a buried instinct. the room was empty aside from himself, luckily. no more scenes.
a ding and the door had granted him access to the floor and he practically flew into the room.
permission to enter was granted, but he had hardly made it in before he could catch the bits of an open threat and an accusatory finger being pointed at him. the other male had backed him into the wall, fire in his eyes and a pain he knew all too well in his voice. aaron could hardly listen, his focus was trapped in two places. koemi was strapped to the flatbed, cords and such connected to her and a paleness, not unlike the dead that would haunt him, in her face. she was tired, the proof sagged under her eyes and provided the only source of color to her skin. unmoving, silent, it was a terrible sight, and he tried to bring his attention back to the other while his mouth remained open, trying to form a response ahead of his thought process.
taehyun was yelling, he was hurt, and aaron wanted desperately to calm him down because the entire environment was becoming too much to handle. his senses were flooding and his blood was boiling, he heard one statement that floated above the rest.
A FUCKING DRUG ADDICT, YOU DID THIS TO HER!
he couldn’t tell if his mind was putting those words in his mouth, or if the other had really just accused him of such. shoulders tensed, lips pursed and a redness flushed to his cheeks while a whiteness graced his clenched knuckles,
“ the fuck did you say what the fuck just came out of your mouth kid? “
and gone thus, the rationality.
