#minssiah

NEBBYAS WEATHLEY IS SO ACCURATE IM CRYING

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oops.

there she was, the cause of tears and shame. she stood there with pride as he cowered with fear. right. it was his fault that her life was ruined. not. it was only something said to her to break the young girl, so she decided to use it on him. guess it shook him in ways she didn’t see possible. he was getting the sweats, apparent in his actions and words. it was difficult to maintain composure when he reminded her so much of her younger self.

although she was the younger one, they both knew that.

a small sigh slips out of her lips. it wasn’t a guilt trip that he was causing, but the amount of guilt stowed away in her heart was suddenly apparent. it carried a 50-ton weight that caused her to almost hug him. hyejung was never too big on affection, but looking at him only made her fall into a flashback in her household. where words would be thrown around carelessly. mind you, there was no actual care in the words which made it even difficult to endure-- to know that it was possible to just feel nothing about a person.

hyejung, stop.

she’s done enough, he’s shivering now. he probably wants his heart and lungs to fall out at the same time-- she’s felt it before. the actions she sees were the same when she was a younger teenager-- about thirteen. the same time she tried to fix herself to become the person she was now. she’s changed, and even if it was good, she’s different. hyejung was just as scared at everything that ever happened before she was the girl who could kick ass. she was weak, but was he?

possibly. but he could just be sensitive. he could have been easily triggered by the tone of her voice, hearing it rise from time to time, it even made her tremble. she swallows nervously, her throat dry from being dehydrated. she needed water, she needed some kind of supplement to be able to take him seriously. hyejung didn’t want to shake, she didn’t want to shiver-- for her bones to rattle while talking to the other. it was no use, it was only the both of them secluded in one room. for what, though? that reason, she couldn’t even remember. she saw so much of herself in his place. she shouldn’t have yelled, she shouldn’t have said something that possibly could scar him for the rest of his life..

but what’s done is done.

the girl reaches out, arm shaking as it gets closer to his hand.

and there.

she’s placed her hand on top of his, gripping it and shaking her head at the same time. her jaw drops, wanting to say something but unable to since it was such a foreign word-- she usually never said it. but if she never says it, who knows where he’ll end up.

❝Pardoned? For what? Sitting on his arse in his bloody castle?❞

{ 🌙  } It was a Sunday night and he was more than just a little bored. It seemed like all his friends were busy or just not answering their phone which had Jasper mindlessly flipping through channels on the TV. He finally settled on some British channel and tossed the remote control on the couch beside him just as their was a knock on his front door. It was only a few moments before Yoongi was standing in front of him. “You’re here! Did you get my text? Come in, come in.” He ushered his friend in.

{ 🌙  } His eyebrows furrow as he listens to the other speak. They were just starting to really become friends and, if he were honest, they really didn’t know much about each other. So to say he was a little confused would be an understatement. “Who will notice you’re absent? What are you talking about?”