hands come to hold the other’s face only for a minute or two, brown hues examining a face that didn’t quite belong in a world like this— how thumbs found themselves caressing the very scars upon jin’s face, gi-hun’s lips turning into a small frown as brows would only rise just for his mouth to open. to say something, but yet… no words could’ve been formed within that moment, all those words, jumbled into the very mess that gi-hun had felt. both hands come to his side, balling into fits… index finger rubbing over the joint of his thumb.
“ those scars— ” what about them. “ how did you get them? if it’s too much to answer then that’s fine! i— i was just curious. they just look… they look painful. ”
𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 , anyone who might have had hostile intentions , those hands would not have come near his face . bodily harm MORE than likely , fingers potentially broken , yet hands were stilled . his entire body tensed as fingers brushed along his face , tracing the scars and studying them as if they might speak of their past . seconds dragged on long before the other’s touch left , jin reminding himself to take a BREATHE as the questions were asked . not the first to ask , certainly not the last , yet the only one with decent intentions . it took a moment before he found his voice through the shock .
“ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 -- it was a warning by the jopok i was working under . ” the same that had killed his grandparents , that kept him under their hold through DEBT passed down . disproportionate punishment to the wrong he had done to them , everlasting . “ and when they told me smile over them going EASY , i spat at them . they decided to give me a permanent one . ”