[despite the way he sighs and says the words with some kind of annoyance, nam soon definitely doesn't mean his words that way at all. it comes out of a place of concern, genuine worry that heung soo is holding back the amount of pain he's in for someone else's sake. it's the sort of weight nam soon doesn't want to bear — not like this. it hurts enough for him to know that heung soo is in pain because of him.
trying to hold it back to spare the guilty feelings just makes it worse, even if it's supposed to be doing him a favor. he'd rather heung soo scream and cry directly into his shoulder or his ear. he'd rather feel the pain of fingers digging into his skin, or whatever else it takes to be some kind of release for the amount of pain he has to be feeling. as long as his own face is obscured, as long as nam soon can continue to hide his own anguish over this situation... well, then it's fine. and as long as they're like this, it's a lot easier for him to do so.
he says nothing more for the moment, though. instead, all of his efforts go into strangely gentle movements. it's all an attempt to get a good grip on heung soo's thighs and stand up properly without hurting his friend any further. there's a certain fragility he knows he's dealing with right now, so nam soon takes extra care to not further agitate the injury, if it's even possible. he expects heung soo to yell and curse him in pain as he does thing — and that's fine, if that's what it takes. after some finagling, nam soon shifts his wait to stand upright; it's definitely a bit awkward for more reasons than one, but for now, the weight is definitely something he can pull around with relative ease.
...not that it stops him from making a weak quip to try and make heung soo feel less terrible about the whole thing.] Aye... this was easier when it was Song Ha Kyung...
i will take muffled hongki over muffled jin se yeon any day
[despite the way he sighs and says the words with some kind of annoyance, nam soon definitely doesn't mean his words that way at all. it comes out of a place of concern, genuine worry that heung soo is holding back the amount of pain he's in for someone else's sake. it's the sort of weight nam soon doesn't want to bear — not like this. it hurts enough for him to know that heung soo is in pain because of him.
trying to hold it back to spare the guilty feelings just makes it worse, even if it's supposed to be doing him a favor. he'd rather heung soo scream and cry directly into his shoulder or his ear. he'd rather feel the pain of fingers digging into his skin, or whatever else it takes to be some kind of release for the amount of pain he has to be feeling. as long as his own face is obscured, as long as nam soon can continue to hide his own anguish over this situation... well, then it's fine. and as long as they're like this, it's a lot easier for him to do so.
he says nothing more for the moment, though. instead, all of his efforts go into strangely gentle movements. it's all an attempt to get a good grip on heung soo's thighs and stand up properly without hurting his friend any further. there's a certain fragility he knows he's dealing with right now, so nam soon takes extra care to not further agitate the injury, if it's even possible. he expects heung soo to yell and curse him in pain as he does thing — and that's fine, if that's what it takes. after some finagling, nam soon shifts his wait to stand upright; it's definitely a bit awkward for more reasons than one, but for now, the weight is definitely something he can pull around with relative ease.
...not that it stops him from making a weak quip to try and make heung soo feel less terrible about the whole thing.] Aye... this was easier when it was Song Ha Kyung...