[ The casual tone is all Jaejin really has to stop himself from freaking out. He's never felt so unjustly wronged before, and the reality is that nothing actually happened to him personally to make him feel that way, he just feels so connected to Minhwan that every personal slight against him that he doesn't deserve (and he deserves a lot of them) cuts him as if they were directed at himself personally.
Just like the way his body gets phantom twinges of pain just from looking at Minhwan and clearing the dirt from his cuts. He aches all over, but it's not nearly enough to dull the white hot rage that builds dizzyingly just below the surface of his casual and calm exterior he's trying to keep up. Minhwan comes first, but revenge is on the table for later and there's no putting it off.
He watches Minhwan uselessly flex his hand with that same white hot rage making his body feel hollow, suddenly unable to look away from it or hide what he's feeling behind some clever quip or bad joke to lighten the mood. It's so hard for him to know that he can't fix any of this, and just has to watch Minhwan suffer through it. He'd feel a lot better watching Minhwan struggle if he knew that the people who did this were out somewhere suffering in the same way.
He tosses the filthy cloth into the sink; there's not a lot more he can do right now, and Minhwan looks exhausted. Tomorrow it might be easier to get him into a shower to wash the dirt off himself, or have Jaejin clean him off in the bath. For now, it's definitely time to lay him down and let him recover.
Jaejin kneels down on the floor by Minhwan's knees, reaching back with both arms to help Minhwan get onto his back. ]
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Just like the way his body gets phantom twinges of pain just from looking at Minhwan and clearing the dirt from his cuts. He aches all over, but it's not nearly enough to dull the white hot rage that builds dizzyingly just below the surface of his casual and calm exterior he's trying to keep up. Minhwan comes first, but revenge is on the table for later and there's no putting it off.
He watches Minhwan uselessly flex his hand with that same white hot rage making his body feel hollow, suddenly unable to look away from it or hide what he's feeling behind some clever quip or bad joke to lighten the mood. It's so hard for him to know that he can't fix any of this, and just has to watch Minhwan suffer through it. He'd feel a lot better watching Minhwan struggle if he knew that the people who did this were out somewhere suffering in the same way.
He tosses the filthy cloth into the sink; there's not a lot more he can do right now, and Minhwan looks exhausted. Tomorrow it might be easier to get him into a shower to wash the dirt off himself, or have Jaejin clean him off in the bath. For now, it's definitely time to lay him down and let him recover.
Jaejin kneels down on the floor by Minhwan's knees, reaching back with both arms to help Minhwan get onto his back. ]
C'mon, princess.