[ There's something else lacing Jaejin's words. It doesn't have much to do with Minhwan's ability to recognize emotions - because, let's be real, if there's anything Ahn Minhwan is absolute shit at, it's reading other people's emotions and actually understanding them - as much as it has to do with the fact that they never do display anything more than casual emotions around each other 98% of the time. So when shit does go down, it makes every single change more noticable. Minhwan probably vaguely realises in the back of his mind that it counts for himself right now too, his tone battered and weakened, but it also counts to Jaejin. Even though he replies with something that would be standard for the two of them in any given situation, there's an edge to it that betrays something else. If he can notice it even in his current state of lightheadedness, it really has to be there.
The moment Jaejin manages to drag him into the bathroom, he escapes his best friend's grip to drop himself straight onto the toilet. Not the most elegant place to sit down, no, but he doesn't really care right now. Minhwan feels like if he'll take even a single step more after dragging himself over to Jaejin's house to begin with, he'll either start spitting blood or throwing up the entire contents of the meal he had at Sejoon's place, and neither really sound appealing right now. Maybe sitting down will make the world spin a little less, even if it won't do jack shit for the dully throbbing pain in the rest of his limbs or his useless wrist.
He takes a moment to suck in a breath before there's enough energy in him to properly reply. ]
Some thugs. Don't think we ran into them before.
[ Because they have ran into others. And they'd always made it out just fine, or more or less fine - the combination of Jaejin's strength and Minhwan's intelligence got them out enough times, even though it often was Minhwan's fault they were in the mess to begin with.
But the thought makes him think of something else-- or rather, it makes him realise something he never really thought of before. Every single time it happened, it just felt natural what happened. That Jaejin would just stand up for him, even if they'd never put it like that out loud. He never asked the other to help him out, but even so.. he just did. At one point it just started to feel natural to have each other's back no matter the situation, and no matter how casually they treated anything else in life.
Only now Jaejin wasn't there for once Minhwan realises how much he subconsciously relies on the presence of the dumbass he loves spending time around so much that he's claimed as his best friend. (It's a weird feeling for someone with the emotional capabilities of a toddler and who doesn't realise half of the time some people actually mean something to him.)
That edge in the other's voice falls right under the same category. If Jaejin honestly feels something over him getting beaten up like this (a normal human reaction, but not in Minhwan's mind), he would be flattered, sure, since he's an attention whore. But at the same time it makes his innards twist in a way he doesn't understand whatsoever.
Easier to sweep it under the carpet than to deal with that.
And so he waves a little with his good hand without raising it - mostly since he's incapable of doing so since his whole body would ache, but the intention for the gesture is there all the same. "Let it be." ]
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The moment Jaejin manages to drag him into the bathroom, he escapes his best friend's grip to drop himself straight onto the toilet. Not the most elegant place to sit down, no, but he doesn't really care right now. Minhwan feels like if he'll take even a single step more after dragging himself over to Jaejin's house to begin with, he'll either start spitting blood or throwing up the entire contents of the meal he had at Sejoon's place, and neither really sound appealing right now. Maybe sitting down will make the world spin a little less, even if it won't do jack shit for the dully throbbing pain in the rest of his limbs or his useless wrist.
He takes a moment to suck in a breath before there's enough energy in him to properly reply. ]
Some thugs. Don't think we ran into them before.
[ Because they have ran into others. And they'd always made it out just fine, or more or less fine - the combination of Jaejin's strength and Minhwan's intelligence got them out enough times, even though it often was Minhwan's fault they were in the mess to begin with.
But the thought makes him think of something else-- or rather, it makes him realise something he never really thought of before. Every single time it happened, it just felt natural what happened. That Jaejin would just stand up for him, even if they'd never put it like that out loud. He never asked the other to help him out, but even so.. he just did. At one point it just started to feel natural to have each other's back no matter the situation, and no matter how casually they treated anything else in life.
Only now Jaejin wasn't there for once Minhwan realises how much he subconsciously relies on the presence of the dumbass he loves spending time around so much that he's claimed as his best friend. (It's a weird feeling for someone with the emotional capabilities of a toddler and who doesn't realise half of the time some people actually mean something to him.)
That edge in the other's voice falls right under the same category. If Jaejin honestly feels something over him getting beaten up like this (a normal human reaction, but not in Minhwan's mind), he would be flattered, sure, since he's an attention whore. But at the same time it makes his innards twist in a way he doesn't understand whatsoever.
Easier to sweep it under the carpet than to deal with that.
And so he waves a little with his good hand without raising it - mostly since he's incapable of doing so since his whole body would ache, but the intention for the gesture is there all the same. "Let it be." ]
I'll just ask my parents for a new phone.