[ It's definitely not easy. He can't remember the last time his leg hurt as much as now. Probably that night it got fucked up to begin with, but at least that time he had been able to get taken care of more professionally rather than having to get a piggyback ride from his best friend to find some nearby hospital, if there's even any to begin with. And even though he doesn't voice it (probably since he doesn't want to make things even worse for Nam Soon, because he doesn't want to make him worry more than he already has to be right now) he's honestly terrified that if he screws it up now, if he doesn't get it looked at soon enough, it may just end up with him not being able to use that leg at all anymore.
The thought is absolutely frightening, and he clings to the other even more, his grip tightening. Partially to keep himself balanced, but also just since Nam Soon really is like his life raft, the thing he needs the most after this absolutely shitty night. It's the one upside to all of this. That at least this time, he's not alone. As tempting as it is to let his thoughts fall back to that night three years ago when it had hurt this badly too, it's different. Nam Soon is right here with him, he's carrying him, he's not going to leave..
It's the one thing that can keep him from completely flipping out. If not just since he really does want to spare the other's feelings, even in this kind of situation where it's hard to only just think.
There's definitely more pained groans against the other - but they're not that loud, he's not screaming, even if there's something in there that sounds an awful lot like a sob. Apparently he's still holding back no matter what Nam Soon says, because he just can't put the image of that bastard crying just now out of his head.
Heung Soo sucks in a few deep breaths, trying to adjust himself to being in this position the best he can with his leg throbbing like crazy. He needs it, anyway, before he's even able to vaguely speak. ]
Am I s-supposed to say so-- sorry I'm not some pretty girl, bastard.. [ There's a pained edge to his voice that he can't hide, and his voice is a lot softer than usually. Although it helps that his mouth is pretty close to the other's ear anyway. ]
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The thought is absolutely frightening, and he clings to the other even more, his grip tightening. Partially to keep himself balanced, but also just since Nam Soon really is like his life raft, the thing he needs the most after this absolutely shitty night. It's the one upside to all of this. That at least this time, he's not alone. As tempting as it is to let his thoughts fall back to that night three years ago when it had hurt this badly too, it's different. Nam Soon is right here with him, he's carrying him, he's not going to leave..
It's the one thing that can keep him from completely flipping out. If not just since he really does want to spare the other's feelings, even in this kind of situation where it's hard to only just think.
There's definitely more pained groans against the other - but they're not that loud, he's not screaming, even if there's something in there that sounds an awful lot like a sob. Apparently he's still holding back no matter what Nam Soon says, because he just can't put the image of that bastard crying just now out of his head.
Heung Soo sucks in a few deep breaths, trying to adjust himself to being in this position the best he can with his leg throbbing like crazy. He needs it, anyway, before he's even able to vaguely speak. ]
Am I s-supposed to say so-- sorry I'm not some pretty girl, bastard.. [ There's a pained edge to his voice that he can't hide, and his voice is a lot softer than usually. Although it helps that his mouth is pretty close to the other's ear anyway. ]