#zenthx

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zenthx:

“People down here think I’m crazy, but I don’t care.” They say friends are here for each other, no matter how other people think. He knew about Jin’s condition, and how people might think he’s lying, but he wanted to believe. Jaewon didn’t want to feel isolated in his own world, he didn’t want to be distant to the ones that care about him. He gave him a small reassuring smile, and gave him a brotherly pat on the back, “Good.” he nods, “You don’t have to care at all.”

criticism acquire on a daily basis, park jin is anything but teacher’s pet. his artwork are evinced in gore red, drooling ichor and flesh tattered apart with blackening lungs caused by cancer. little that they knew that he had daub on the canvas from his eidetic memory, eyes scrutinize across the vision of a male coiling against his hospital bed two weeks ago, his abdomen torn apart with organs placing in a very disorderly manner. a disrupt sigh spills from his lips, and suddenly everything is okay again with his best friend patting his back, weighing the comfort of the pressure of his palm against jin’s. “yeah, totally not caring right now.” he blurted out, fingers nimble through his equipments to pack them up. “it’s not like i could just lunge out my eyeball and undergoing an operation to everybody just to fucking prove that i see it.”

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zenthx:

“God, what happened to you?” Bruises all over his body. He couldn’t explain each and every one of them, because they all appeared different days of the week. It just happens so he bumped into her, where all of this bruises count up to almost thirty. Maybe he hung out in the streets too much, maybe it’s because he was too rich or maybe he just didn’t know how to learn from others. But recently he has gotten into more trouble than he usually does. This is probably why is good looking appearance didn’t really show today. He could barely see her face due to the purple bruise at the corner of his eye, and he could barely pronounce right due to the cut on his lip and the strength that was forced onto his jaw. He didn’t want to feel weak in front of a lady. So he shoved his hands in his pockets, pretending nothing happened. “Nothing, nothing at all.”

❝You’re good at y’know, this.❞ She was referring to the way he displays a strong demeanor. Despite the obvious damage that’s shown over him. And it becomes saddening to know that people feel the need to conceal such emotions and the way bruises were hidden beneath many layers of clothing. Hana doesn’t want to slide into business that involved other people but herself but she couldn’t help but bask into the subtle hints that were given out to her.

With her throat clearing, a faint hum emitting out, fingers sinking into the depths of pockets in order to fiddle with a couple of loose coins to possessions that were hidden. She wasn’t too sure how to handle these things, always believing that she isn’t as comforting. Yet, there were moments that she truly does care from the softening of features to little actions portrayed. ❝But lyin’ isn’t your strong point. How ‘bout I fetch you an ice pack maybe uh - a first aid kit too?❞