"Do you even realize what your life means? Huh? Running off like that, putting yourself at risk — it's pretty goddamn stupid".
( the last of us - sentence starters | status: not accepting )
“Who the fuck are youto tell me what and what not to do—“
His dispute is put to an abrupt halt—though he’s notultimately certain as to why—and he’s only to resort to silence. He could neverseem to look the male in the eye when it came to matters like these, his gazeburning holes into the undergrowth. The male’s fists clutched to bunches of hisplain white shirt—not so purely tinted as it once was as it was currentlystained in crimson. It was his fault. It was always his fault. He alwayshad to be the burden. As if he was a fucking DAMSEL IN DISTRESS. He had no clueas to why the other even stuck around; why he continued to venture that sameroute upon knowing he’d happen to come across the same boy he always had been:reclusive, untrusting, ill-tempered.
But Jungkook had seemed to develop some peculiar sense of trusttowards the other.
His gaze lands upon the lifeless bodies sprawled out aboutthe two. A deal gone wrong once again. The guy’s an asshole for thinking he andhis buddies could just run off with the products of his hard work withoutgiving him what they had agreed upon. No idiot would—or rather should—just standthere and allow himself to be scammed. His response was reckless, of course.Thinking he could take all of them down. Well, he did. Until more showed up,and the number only seemed to continue to grow; he was easily outnumbered.
“Sorry.”
He knows “sorry” isn’t going to change a thing. But thereaction he receives in return is nothing as he expected. The older male slowlybut surely releases his grip only to reach up to pat down the mess of Jungkook’sjet black locks before bending over to gather the several guns. He hands themover to their rightful owner before continuing in his pace.
“Come on.”
“Where? I alreadyfinished my deal.”
“Just come, you idiot.”
