[ It's better for the both of them that Minhwan doesn't pry into what Jaejin is really feeling. The sharing wouldn't help either of them, and only make it awkwardly, abundantly clear that there's something dark growing in Jaejin that he can't shake off without an outlet. He grew up with this stunted moron at his side, and the very idea of sharing all his thoughts and emotions with him makes Jaejin feel tense and uncomfortable. He's never liked admitting just how much this tall, broken idiot means to him, and he isn't about to start now when that idiot is barely held together pieces. Everything he's feeling, he'll keep it to himself.
Which is why he only nods when Minhwan announces he's going to stay over--announces, not asks, and Jaejin wouldn't have it any other way. Even if Minhwan had gotten up right here and insisted on going home, there's no way Jaejin would have let him. He would have come up with some poor excuse or thin joke veil in order to get Minhwan to stay here, at least for tonight. He won't tell him, but he doesn't want Minhwan to be alone right now.
Or, is it that he doesn't want to be alone right now? He feels kind of rattled by the whole experience, and he wants nothing else than to be able to be his best friend's second set of hands.
Finishing rinsing Minhwan's face, he tosses the wet cloth into the sink, wiping his forehead like he's just done hard, manual labor, when it's really all his emotions running high that tire him out. ]
Yahh, I don't know if I even want to now. You've gotten uglier.
[ More thinly veiled attempts not to overwhelm himself. He gestures to the rest of Minhwan's body, trying to seem casual as always. ]
[ The casual tone at least makes things a little easier for Minhwan - even though the pain and exhaustion from dragging himself here in the first place is finally starting to take its toll on him, like he managed to get here on sheer adrenaline and now it's wearing off, he feels even more like just collapsing into a boneless puddle. Thank god he's still sitting and already slumped, so it doesn't mean he topples right over - but it still means that everything feels a little further away, like there's a hazy fog inside of his mind that clouds over everything he sees and feels right now.
Jaejin's question is pretty clear though, and the pain shooting through Minhwan's body gives him a pretty clear answer too. With some slight trouble he manages to lift the arm with the bad hand, blinking blearily for a moment at the way the wrist is twisted a little unnaturally, the hand hanging limply under it. ]
Nothing else you can fix.
[ Because while Minhwan is enough of a moron that he would have zero problems with Jaejin performing things on him that should clearly only be done by professionals unless you want to make it even worse, he at least knows that while there's something weirdly different on the emotional scale going on with Jaejin that he can't quite figure out, it's probably better to let it rest for now.
He shakes his head a little, dropping the arm back to his side to just hang there like dead weight. Not like Minhwan feels much for going to see a doctor or even go to the hospital right now either, no matter how much his body might ache. He doesn't feel like questions and doctors tend to give him weird looks even when he's mostly healthy that he never quite understands. Everything inside of him is screaming not to go out and instead just curl up on a bed with the one thing that is familiar to him here, the one thing he knows he can always trust - when it comes to the serious and important things, anyway. His idiot best friend.
It's a strange kind of fragility that even Minhwan himself isn't fully realising right now with his low level of emotional understanding, but despite that, it does show up on his face just a little bit. It's small, but it's enough to make him look like less of the confident jackass he usually is 24/7. ]
... Just get me to a bed. [ Although he's sure he won't be fully comfortable lying down either, his body is slowly starting to protest against the cold toilet against his back, pressing against all the soft and sore spots on his torso. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Some people might feel like they have to preserve their dignity in this sort of situation by at least just letting the other support them in a slightly less obvious way - like an arm across their back as they stumble their way over to a bed. Minhwan however completely lacks any sense of dignity; which can be incredibly annoying and embarrassing in most situations, but actually helpful in some others, like this one.
It means he doesn't even think of protesting against how Jaejin clearly is telling him to get onto his back to be able to get to a bed the quickest and easiest way, so they won't have to waste even more time sitting here uselessly in the bathroom while Minhwan looks like a mess and Jaejin can only barely contain his feelings about this whole situation.
He just easily - well, mentally speaking, physically is a different story entirely with the current state Minhwan is in - reaches over with the arm with the good hand first, slinging itself around Jaejin's neck to secure himself before letting the arm with the useless hand join in and getting onto the other's back that way. It doesn't exactly go as smoothly as he might have normally jumped onto the other's back just to harass him, but at least he does manage, just with some aching limps as an aftereffect.
For a moment he seems almost wobbly, like he might fall off any moment now, but he does manage to remain relatively steady as he leans against the other. Even though his legs are a little clumsily long in this situation considering he's taller than the other - he still manages.
Maybe there's something about this that feels oddly familiar, but whatever it is, it seems to spark a little bit of the usual Minhwan back into existence. It's far from anything you could call high energy, but at least he sounds a little oddly amused as he speaks up, voice half muffled from the way his cheek is leaning against the other's back. ]
Maybe I should have this happen to me more often. Would you parade me across the school like this too?
[ Because shitty physical state or not, that idea is highly amusing to Minhwan - if not just for the amount of attention they'd get that way. It's amusing though to a point where he would actually actively look for trouble and get himself beaten up though if it would make Jaejin do stupid things like this.. which is slightly less of a good thing. Not like he can go anywhere for now though, so it's not any direct problem. ]
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Which is why he only nods when Minhwan announces he's going to stay over--announces, not asks, and Jaejin wouldn't have it any other way. Even if Minhwan had gotten up right here and insisted on going home, there's no way Jaejin would have let him. He would have come up with some poor excuse or thin joke veil in order to get Minhwan to stay here, at least for tonight. He won't tell him, but he doesn't want Minhwan to be alone right now.
Or, is it that he doesn't want to be alone right now? He feels kind of rattled by the whole experience, and he wants nothing else than to be able to be his best friend's second set of hands.
Finishing rinsing Minhwan's face, he tosses the wet cloth into the sink, wiping his forehead like he's just done hard, manual labor, when it's really all his emotions running high that tire him out. ]
Yahh, I don't know if I even want to now. You've gotten uglier.
[ More thinly veiled attempts not to overwhelm himself. He gestures to the rest of Minhwan's body, trying to seem casual as always. ]
Where else?
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Jaejin's question is pretty clear though, and the pain shooting through Minhwan's body gives him a pretty clear answer too. With some slight trouble he manages to lift the arm with the bad hand, blinking blearily for a moment at the way the wrist is twisted a little unnaturally, the hand hanging limply under it. ]
Nothing else you can fix.
[ Because while Minhwan is enough of a moron that he would have zero problems with Jaejin performing things on him that should clearly only be done by professionals unless you want to make it even worse, he at least knows that while there's something weirdly different on the emotional scale going on with Jaejin that he can't quite figure out, it's probably better to let it rest for now.
He shakes his head a little, dropping the arm back to his side to just hang there like dead weight. Not like Minhwan feels much for going to see a doctor or even go to the hospital right now either, no matter how much his body might ache. He doesn't feel like questions and doctors tend to give him weird looks even when he's mostly healthy that he never quite understands. Everything inside of him is screaming not to go out and instead just curl up on a bed with the one thing that is familiar to him here, the one thing he knows he can always trust - when it comes to the serious and important things, anyway. His idiot best friend.
It's a strange kind of fragility that even Minhwan himself isn't fully realising right now with his low level of emotional understanding, but despite that, it does show up on his face just a little bit. It's small, but it's enough to make him look like less of the confident jackass he usually is 24/7. ]
... Just get me to a bed. [ Although he's sure he won't be fully comfortable lying down either, his body is slowly starting to protest against the cold toilet against his back, pressing against all the soft and sore spots on his torso. ]
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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.
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It means he doesn't even think of protesting against how Jaejin clearly is telling him to get onto his back to be able to get to a bed the quickest and easiest way, so they won't have to waste even more time sitting here uselessly in the bathroom while Minhwan looks like a mess and Jaejin can only barely contain his feelings about this whole situation.
He just easily - well, mentally speaking, physically is a different story entirely with the current state Minhwan is in - reaches over with the arm with the good hand first, slinging itself around Jaejin's neck to secure himself before letting the arm with the useless hand join in and getting onto the other's back that way. It doesn't exactly go as smoothly as he might have normally jumped onto the other's back just to harass him, but at least he does manage, just with some aching limps as an aftereffect.
For a moment he seems almost wobbly, like he might fall off any moment now, but he does manage to remain relatively steady as he leans against the other. Even though his legs are a little clumsily long in this situation considering he's taller than the other - he still manages.
Maybe there's something about this that feels oddly familiar, but whatever it is, it seems to spark a little bit of the usual Minhwan back into existence. It's far from anything you could call high energy, but at least he sounds a little oddly amused as he speaks up, voice half muffled from the way his cheek is leaning against the other's back. ]
Maybe I should have this happen to me more often. Would you parade me across the school like this too?
[ Because shitty physical state or not, that idea is highly amusing to Minhwan - if not just for the amount of attention they'd get that way. It's amusing though to a point where he would actually actively look for trouble and get himself beaten up though if it would make Jaejin do stupid things like this.. which is slightly less of a good thing. Not like he can go anywhere for now though, so it's not any direct problem. ]