[ Nam Soon is crying. Nam Soon is shaking. Even without his full sight or even full ability to pay attention to the things around him rather than the pain that keeps racing through him, he can tell that much from the tone, from the touch on the other's arm.
It's obvious the other is falling apart at the seams right here, but as badly as Heung Soo wishes he could do something about it (since he's always been the one to do something about it, always been the one to try and drag Nam Soon back to some sort of emotional stability, even if it was anger rather than tears he dealt with back then) he can't. He doesn't feel much better than it, after all, especially not since he has the pain to deal with on top of everything. The painful memories, his lost dream, it all just comes back to him.
The only good thing about it is the reassurance. Even if Nam Soon is falling apart, this time he's not running. He's not leaving. He's still right here with him.
As long as Nam Soon doesn't leave again, then he can scrape himself together somehow. Isn't that what he told himself over and over again in the hospital? If Nam Soon just would have stayed, if he had just come back to his hospital room the next day after running away at first and told him these very words.. then he would have been alright, bum leg or no bum leg.
It hurts like hell, but it doesn't hurt as much as it did when Nam Soon left, so -- he can bear it. Heung Soo forces the palm of his free hand on the ground, using his arm as a support to force his upper body up until he's at least sitting.
It comes with incredibly pained groans and saying his breathing is labored would be an understatement, but even with hair wildly almost hanging in his eyes, he tries to look directly at the other. ]
Then don't.. make that kind of face. [ He can't even manage a "you bastard" in return, he has to conserve his words since it's already difficult enough to get this much out. He's probably leaning quite a bit on the other too because of his hand still being on his arm, tightly squeezing.
(There's something glistering faintly in his own eyes too, but he tries to hold it back the best he can in this state. Which isn't too much.) ]
I'm.. [ He shifts a little and groans loudly. ] Going to be f-fine.
[ Somehow. Maybe they can find some hospital or a clinic or even anywhere that's not lying out here in the middle of the street with the person most important to him looking at him like that. He just has to get up. Even if moving this much already feels like hell - Heung Soo doubts he could even stand on that leg at all right now, let alone into the future.
(Don't think of that, don't think of that, don't think of that.) ]
just like jae hee.....
It's obvious the other is falling apart at the seams right here, but as badly as Heung Soo wishes he could do something about it (since he's always been the one to do something about it, always been the one to try and drag Nam Soon back to some sort of emotional stability, even if it was anger rather than tears he dealt with back then) he can't. He doesn't feel much better than it, after all, especially not since he has the pain to deal with on top of everything. The painful memories, his lost dream, it all just comes back to him.
The only good thing about it is the reassurance. Even if Nam Soon is falling apart, this time he's not running. He's not leaving. He's still right here with him.
As long as Nam Soon doesn't leave again, then he can scrape himself together somehow. Isn't that what he told himself over and over again in the hospital? If Nam Soon just would have stayed, if he had just come back to his hospital room the next day after running away at first and told him these very words.. then he would have been alright, bum leg or no bum leg.
It hurts like hell, but it doesn't hurt as much as it did when Nam Soon left, so -- he can bear it. Heung Soo forces the palm of his free hand on the ground, using his arm as a support to force his upper body up until he's at least sitting.
It comes with incredibly pained groans and saying his breathing is labored would be an understatement, but even with hair wildly almost hanging in his eyes, he tries to look directly at the other. ]
Then don't.. make that kind of face. [ He can't even manage a "you bastard" in return, he has to conserve his words since it's already difficult enough to get this much out. He's probably leaning quite a bit on the other too because of his hand still being on his arm, tightly squeezing.
(There's something glistering faintly in his own eyes too, but he tries to hold it back the best he can in this state. Which isn't too much.) ]
I'm.. [ He shifts a little and groans loudly. ] Going to be f-fine.
[ Somehow. Maybe they can find some hospital or a clinic or even anywhere that's not lying out here in the middle of the street with the person most important to him looking at him like that. He just has to get up. Even if moving this much already feels like hell - Heung Soo doubts he could even stand on that leg at all right now, let alone into the future.
(Don't think of that, don't think of that, don't think of that.) ]