#malaidhs-mind

Therefore, having to stare at a sleeping human was utterly annoying. They were just there, vulnerable, and Nothing couldn’t bring himself to kill them. Not yet - maybe one day, he would go back to his old self. He contented himself by nudging the male, piercing holes through his forehead with his cold stare. ‘’ No. ‘’He replied simply, pushing the male some more before grabbing the blankets and tossing them away. He wouldn’t let him sleep. 

“aight you lil’ shit. i’ve had enough.” dealing with the girl for-- how long? it wasn’t even that long since they’ve met, but she had aged one more year. being 14 when hyejung first met her and now the damned bastard is 15, just one year closer to death. “give it back or else i won’t let you play on it ever again.”

“m’only sayin’ it ‘cos i don’t say it in the sweet voice that girls do in those pathetic dramas. plus, i didn’t even say it. you did. did you not know who’s standing in front of you? yoo hyejung. yoo hyejung. the girl who doesn’t say those type of words unless she actually means it. y’can’t just be throwin’ those words around like it’s some kind of boomerang. ‘cos reality check, those words might not even make it back to ya. just keep them inside of that 14 year-old heart that you have. you’re still pure, y’don’t need to be sayin shit like that. y’can curse like how i am, although it doesn’t seem ladylike. fuck it, who says words have a gender? they don’t. so, yeah. i may be a bad influence at times, but m’just givin’ you future advice. if you want to throw the words around just like that, then go ahead. but m’just warnin’ you, it’ll lose its meaning. what if you say it to your significant other in the future, what will you feel? maybe you’ll feel this heavy feelin’ in you’rr chest that’s not even supposed to be felt. it’s gonna tighten up and you’ll realize you say it everyday to everybody, so it just doesn’t make sense anymore. minji. seriously. save it.”

“why are we talking about this?” she says to hajoon. she didn’t have anything to do with it, it wasn’t her problem. so should she poke at it? maybe, but she didn’t have the patience that day. with her tongue that lapped over her plush lips, she shakes her head. “let’s stop questionin’ whatever the hell his sexuality is. if he likes boys, that’s aight. if he likes girls, that’s aight. if he only likes boys or if he only likes girls or trans or everybody-- people, then it’s aight. an’ we don’t have anythin’ to do with it. we don’t even know who the hell he is, so why are we whispering? change the topic, for fucks sake.” she only ruffles her hair in frustration, preparing her stuff for classes that were coming up soon. “did y’come here to gossip, or did y’come here to maybe. iunno. actually help me?”

and with a small sweet smile of such welcoming ambiance, he waits patiently for the man to rise and answer. 

[sms] lol are you blind. [sms] whatever. [sms] anyways.

“talkin’ about you like you’re just some sex object. that’s real fucked up. what kinda man says that to a woman, thinkin’ they got any dignity ? fucking bastards. man people like ‘em really piss me off.” he allows his anger to become soft and malleable. a gentle squeeze of fists, and then he lets go, his shoulders sagging along with the quiet retreat of frustration. “if you punched ‘em, would you get fired ?”