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luca frowned, wishing the bleeding had stopped before the ride home so he wouldn't have to keep sopping it up by this point. "i just think you could've made your point without breaking his nose," luca replied, "next time we're just leaving." he touched the towel to nick's hairline again, gently and cautiously. "hold still. i'm not gonna sew you up, but i can at least stop you from gushing everywhere."

"i don't." asami blinks, silently wishing she could be as nonchalant as her voice suggests. that she could listen to reason for once and not follow her impulses. why is it so hard when it comes to him? she's more accustomed to being the one who shatters hearts without a care, instead of being on the receiving end of heartache. tilting her head, she lets out an exasperated sigh. "aren't you too old to let your family dictate your every move?" she asks, though she wouldn't be the best person to say anything about it, considering that her own family has been so absent from her life in every and any way that matters. she lets out a scoff, her gaze tired and flickering with a heartache she wishes so desperately to hide. it isn't often that her real feelings get involved and she wishes they weren't for something so doomed from the start like what they have between them. "that's the problem, jun. you want me, but you don't want me enough to believe i deserve better than this," she shakes her head, "and i do deserve better than this."

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But it wasn't necessarily a bad kind of strange, more like 'I don't know what to do with myself now, should I stay still and do nothing or what' kind of strange (especially as someone more used to being the one taking care of others, not the other way around). And he had enough trust in Jett to stop himself from overthinking and just go with the flow. "Sounds like a good plan, I like it, I think it might be easier to adjust to being on the bike that way." Of course, as Jett mentioned, Minsung could just pinch him on the side if he wanted them to stop, but he honestly hoped there wouldn't be a need for that while they were in the middle of the road. "I haven't gone to that one yet, I heard the place is nice. Let's go check it out then, I'd also love to have a sweet little treat as a reward for me for making it... Or as comforting 'at least you tried' if I didn't make it even for 5 minutes," he joked.

ahra let out a laugh and shook her head, “for you to tell me that it’s not in your job description? i don’t think so!” she even did a poor job of mocking his voice as she mentioned what she thought he’d say — definitely hadn’t mastered it yet. it wasn’t like she went out of her way to try and annoy him or anything. she was just a generally unserious person about anything other than her career. “mhm, tomorrow night.” stepping in to the elevator and tapping in the code for her floor, she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned into the wall. “that was you volunteering to give me one, right?” she asked, knowing he’d said nothing of the sort but having a mischievous glint in her eyes anyway. she had a sort of expert way of twisting other people’s words almost all of the time.

"Oh, that explains why my head is hurting so much." she muttered, reaching out to prepare herself a coffee. "I am so sorry... This is very unlike me, I normally stop at my second glass of wine." She wasn't even a big shot drinker, which proved how far gone she had been. "I'm sorry that you had to sleep on the sofa in your own home." While he mustn't have considered anything she did to be deemed embarrassing, the fact she had caused him to do that didn't sit well with her. "Uh... Like I got hit by a freight train... But thank you so much. I will repay you for this."

“you  don’t  look  okay.”  kyungsoo  states  frankly,  looking  at  hyunjin  with  concern.  even  if  things  ended  terribly  between  them,  it  doesn’t  mean  that  he  has  stopped  caring  for  the  other.  it  isn’t  a  switch  that  he  can  turn  off  by  will  and  the  progress  of  getting  over  their  relationship  is  hindered  by  the  texts  that  scattered  here  and  there  every  time  they  were  intoxicated.  he  reaches  out,  pulling  the  man  up  to  stand  on  his  feet.  “i  didn’t  think  i  would,  either.”  he  responds  quietly,  yet  he  doesn’t  move  away.  “come  on,  let’s  get  you  home.”