#choithetruth

can i reply to this?! cause i'm gonna do it!

“I didn’t know being concerned about your well being fell under noble. Allow me to put my nobility on the line here and inform you that’s it’s not so much about the morality as it is about me not wanting something to happen to you, and feeling guilty about it for the rest of my life. That’s not noble. That’s selfish. I’m selfish. See. Completely different.” He watches her and after a moment, produces his own box, though it says Marlboro that’s not what he’s smoking and it”s definitely not what’s in the box. He’s not going to tell her that though. 

Junhee knew that she might have went out of line with her baseless words; of course she cared if she died but with the way she's carrying herself with her life; what's the difference with living and dying. With her life in constant danger, a bullet could struck her any minute now; not caring for one life is part of her job description which is why with the training she's getting from Sir, a general of the army reserved for wartime. Getting rid of her emotions and training her body to go through death itself would keep her alive. "You should not be concerned about me ... I'm not worth your time," she grunted as she couldn't find her box of cigs; probably thinking her room mate must have tried to get rid of any nicotine she had kept in her disposal. The downside of living with a fireman. "Can I have a stick?" she glanced at the box he had in his hand.

[ smothers you in hugs blankets and all it’s alright i have days like that too

[ don’t feel like that girl, be beautiful stay beautiful ]

                                                                                                     ► She wouldn't recommend it.

The thought settled in as soon as she felt the movement of the man standing in front of her in the line. He'd been odd from the moment she stepped inside and stopped behind him, with quirks that she paid attention to at first but then discarded for the vibrations of her phone. Then she was done with it, her screen fading to black as she slid it back in her pocket and her eyes rose back up just as something seemed to be happening.

A sort of a panic rose in her throat and it was not hers, she knew it because she did not feel it inside, just out there on the surface. Palpable only because she just caught a swift of it and there it was. Coming from in front of her, not from the man definitely not or it'd be stronger. But there was a sort of helplessness coming from whoever was further ahead, right in front of him. She wasn't sure why, but it had her feeling lightly restless soon as she caught a movement.

Panic turned to fear, fear shifting to something that pleased her less. Imminent danger was what this felt like, as if something was about to go off if the man in front of her did end up doing what he was about to do. Touch. She wouldn't recommend it and so she voiced it out, when the stomping of her feet started irritating her, when the fold of her arms began stiffening, hating that the feeling was being shared so strongly. She let it out soft enough that only the man in front of her would catch it, not whoever was not content with the man's attempts--hopefully.

"I wouldn't do that."