[ Irresponsible is one of those words you can't help but use to describe Jaejin as a person. He's lazy, thinks nothing about his future, and would rather sleep than work towards anything that will have any kind of positive impact on his life. He'd sooner drop a baby than gently hold and rock it to sleep, and he's about as irresponsible as teenagers come.
But this, this is a different situation entirely, and one which Jaejin is more than willing to be an adult in. As much as he wants to leave right now and get his white hot revenge when it's still bright in his chest, Minhwan needs him more, and he can push all that aside in order to take care of his best friend.
The phone itself isn't important, and if it were just that and nothing else then Jaejin wouldn't care about it at all, and he'd go shopping with Minhwan tomorrow for a new one... but it isn't about the phone. It's about a group of good for nothing thugs out there in the city thinking that they can beat the shit out of Jaejin's best friend and get away with it with no harm no foul on their end. Maybe Minhwan is a bit of a dick, but he's always been Jaejin's bit of a dick, and Jaejin is hardly eager to see him get his ass handed to him.
He makes a complicated, unreadable expression as Minhwan's fingers tug at his sleeve, swallowing down his cold rage with a dizzy feeling in his gut. He grabs a clean towel from the rack to their side, wetting it with warm water and wringing it out until it stops dripping, holding it in one hand. ]
The real question is when were you ever handsome in the first place. This is just enhancing your inner ugliness.
[ He kneels down in front of his best friend, surveying the damage up close. It doesn't look nearly as bad as he first thought... but it doesn't look good. It doesn't make him feel good, either, and he's still got that dull, painful ache in his chest, even as he presses the towel to Minhwan's face and does his best to clean off the dirt and crusty blood. ]
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But this, this is a different situation entirely, and one which Jaejin is more than willing to be an adult in. As much as he wants to leave right now and get his white hot revenge when it's still bright in his chest, Minhwan needs him more, and he can push all that aside in order to take care of his best friend.
The phone itself isn't important, and if it were just that and nothing else then Jaejin wouldn't care about it at all, and he'd go shopping with Minhwan tomorrow for a new one... but it isn't about the phone. It's about a group of good for nothing thugs out there in the city thinking that they can beat the shit out of Jaejin's best friend and get away with it with no harm no foul on their end. Maybe Minhwan is a bit of a dick, but he's always been Jaejin's bit of a dick, and Jaejin is hardly eager to see him get his ass handed to him.
He makes a complicated, unreadable expression as Minhwan's fingers tug at his sleeve, swallowing down his cold rage with a dizzy feeling in his gut. He grabs a clean towel from the rack to their side, wetting it with warm water and wringing it out until it stops dripping, holding it in one hand. ]
The real question is when were you ever handsome in the first place. This is just enhancing your inner ugliness.
[ He kneels down in front of his best friend, surveying the damage up close. It doesn't look nearly as bad as he first thought... but it doesn't look good. It doesn't make him feel good, either, and he's still got that dull, painful ache in his chest, even as he presses the towel to Minhwan's face and does his best to clean off the dirt and crusty blood. ]