[and the distress is all jiho's. he never forgets that he's small. the dumbest of his opponents are quick to point it out. but there are ways to compensate for that, and jiho's learned them all. so someone's size and strength aren't enough to keep him in a vulnerable position for long. normally.
jiho doesn't want to hurt him. he's done some pretty callous things, but drawing blood from people he randomly meets in the supermarket or on an elevator isn't one of them. he tries to twist and escape, timing it with the doors, but the combination of pain and a tightened hold in response kind of wrecks that plan.
he's panting by the time the doors slide close again, a few pink strands sticking to his forehead.]
Look, whatever you're looking for, I'm not the guy for it.
[maybe he thinks that finding his soulmate means a night of - gods, jiho doesn't even know. do people just go straight to it? or maybe that's secondary, and the silver-haired stranger would help anyone in need. that thought is even worse.]
that just encourages me
jiho doesn't want to hurt him. he's done some pretty callous things, but drawing blood from people he randomly meets in the supermarket or on an elevator isn't one of them. he tries to twist and escape, timing it with the doors, but the combination of pain and a tightened hold in response kind of wrecks that plan.
he's panting by the time the doors slide close again, a few pink strands sticking to his forehead.]
Look, whatever you're looking for, I'm not the guy for it.
[maybe he thinks that finding his soulmate means a night of - gods, jiho doesn't even know. do people just go straight to it? or maybe that's secondary, and the silver-haired stranger would help anyone in need. that thought is even worse.]