[the words come out in an exasperated mutter under his breath as nam soon fixes his collar. he shakes his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval as he watches heung soo take those first few steps.
he should have expected a response like that. his friend is as dumb as bastard as he is, after all, and they both have a little too much of a complex about their own history to let things go so easily. just as he couldn't leave heung soo behind, nam soon realizes he's getting the same treatment. in a way, it's comforting to know that heung soo keeps his promises even still — this may not land him in jail, but it could definitely be a step worse and get him killed. he knows it, and nam soon knows it's a very real possibility that whatever that thing is, it could hear them and make them the next target.
he's scared to death of that, but he knows there's no avoiding it either.
and the fact that no matter how he tries to push heung soo away, he won't falter because of that promise (among other things) makes him glad, if nothing else, that he has his friend back. 'thanks, heung soo-yah...' he thinks to himself as he shoves his hands into his pockets. what little comfort it brings is still overshadowed by that possibility, and it just makes him want even more to ensure it doesn't happen. nam soon still doesn't want him to do something stupid, because he still needs to leave and find his sister. he needs to grab at the hope of a happier, normal life, with or without his best friend.
nam soon takes a few steps forward, matching heung soo's speed from a few paces behind. his eyes dart around, constantly shifting between keeping an eye out for that monster and making sure heung soo remains safe and tangible. all the while, his breath is caught in his throat and his pulse is racing — for all the times in his life he should have been scared shitless, this is one of the few times he's actually legitimately scared.
and despite the terror that is the prospect of death, it still feels less scary than the night he ruined heung soo's future. maybe it's too early to say, but he thinks he'd rather try a million daring escapes than relive that sort of fear.
...for whatever that's worth. the only thing that trumps it now is the idea of heung soo facing other misfortune in any way.
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[the words come out in an exasperated mutter under his breath as nam soon fixes his collar. he shakes his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval as he watches heung soo take those first few steps.
he should have expected a response like that. his friend is as dumb as bastard as he is, after all, and they both have a little too much of a complex about their own history to let things go so easily. just as he couldn't leave heung soo behind, nam soon realizes he's getting the same treatment. in a way, it's comforting to know that heung soo keeps his promises even still — this may not land him in jail, but it could definitely be a step worse and get him killed. he knows it, and nam soon knows it's a very real possibility that whatever that thing is, it could hear them and make them the next target.
he's scared to death of that, but he knows there's no avoiding it either.
and the fact that no matter how he tries to push heung soo away, he won't falter because of that promise (among other things) makes him glad, if nothing else, that he has his friend back. 'thanks, heung soo-yah...' he thinks to himself as he shoves his hands into his pockets. what little comfort it brings is still overshadowed by that possibility, and it just makes him want even more to ensure it doesn't happen. nam soon still doesn't want him to do something stupid, because he still needs to leave and find his sister. he needs to grab at the hope of a happier, normal life, with or without his best friend.
nam soon takes a few steps forward, matching heung soo's speed from a few paces behind. his eyes dart around, constantly shifting between keeping an eye out for that monster and making sure heung soo remains safe and tangible. all the while, his breath is caught in his throat and his pulse is racing — for all the times in his life he should have been scared shitless, this is one of the few times he's actually legitimately scared.
and despite the terror that is the prospect of death, it still feels less scary than the night he ruined heung soo's future. maybe it's too early to say, but he thinks he'd rather try a million daring escapes than relive that sort of fear.
...for whatever that's worth. the only thing that trumps it now is the idea of heung soo facing other misfortune in any way.
he has to prevent that, no matter what.]