[if he wasn't bleeding and irritated and a little unnerved, he would actually admire the comeback. maybe even smile for it. it's sharp and honest and he likes that, but maybe this thing that he refuses to acknowledge between them would have jiho charmed regardless.]
You shouldn't waste your time, this is nothing.
[don't look at him as he limps his way over to the nearest piece of furniture, anything that he can sink down into before he collapses.
of course it would be white. fuck.
he doesn't need to know his name. he wishes he didn't. and he certainly doesn't need to give eunsoo his. but he's a little distracted, pulling off his shirt and revealing a black undershirt beneath it, using the first to sit down on so he hopefully won't stain some kind guy's place all to hell.]
Eunsoo smiles to himself once he has Jiho's name and he finally disappears down a hallway, presumably to go get a first aid kit out of the bathroom. There's running water heard for a moment, and when he reemerges it's both with the kit and a damp cloth.
He comes to kneel in front of Jiho, gazing up at him from the floor. There's a gentleness to his gaze, even with the hint of worry that exists behind his eyes, and he opens up the kit as he sets it on the couch. ]
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You shouldn't waste your time, this is nothing.
[don't look at him as he limps his way over to the nearest piece of furniture, anything that he can sink down into before he collapses.
of course it would be white. fuck.
he doesn't need to know his name. he wishes he didn't. and he certainly doesn't need to give eunsoo his. but he's a little distracted, pulling off his shirt and revealing a black undershirt beneath it, using the first to sit down on so he hopefully won't stain some kind guy's place all to hell.]
Jiho.
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Eunsoo smiles to himself once he has Jiho's name and he finally disappears down a hallway, presumably to go get a first aid kit out of the bathroom. There's running water heard for a moment, and when he reemerges it's both with the kit and a damp cloth.
He comes to kneel in front of Jiho, gazing up at him from the floor. There's a gentleness to his gaze, even with the hint of worry that exists behind his eyes, and he opens up the kit as he sets it on the couch. ]
Alright. Show me where you're hurt.