[/with effort he lowers himself down on the couch instead and flops to the side, away from Jonghyun, hiding his face in the cushion. What can he say? It sounds unreal, pathetic somehow. The attack on Geng’s character still has him frowning though, even now, and he lifts his face to show his frown.]
Don’t say things like that. That’s not very nice and you know it.
[/he stares for a second then softens, too tired to hold any anger, too grateful for the company to sincerely reject it.]
My hip. I fell, landed badly, that’s all.
[/a partial truth. a lie of omission. He did fall, but only because he was pushed by a foot to the chest intending to hurt him. Stay quiet, he thinks. It’s probably best if he stays the bad guy in all this.]
I don’t like people who are not nice to you.
[/He doesn’t care. The attack on his character could continue in another language but in mind, the male is not worth another breath ushering anything about, so he tends to what the other says. He presses the ice-pack against the other’s hip, his lips tipped into a prominent frown.]
He hurt you.
[/The truth was obvious, although the other hadn’t lied, he just had an assisted fall and a few beatings to accompany the injury. He let out a frustrated sigh and rocked back onto the floor, one hand moving to scoop Roo up into the others lap.]
You don’t have to protect him.
[/He gets it. In his mind, Yunho was always the soft hearted one. The bear like figure whom liked to protect and forgive, even if it meant to sacrifice himself in the process. Jonghyun doesn’t want to push it anymore, so he stands up.]
I have beef ramen soup. I’ll go heat it up. Don’t move, okay? Let the pups or something keep you company. Even Jaejoong would provide the same sort of entertainment.
