#tolyong

“you—” her eyes blink, rapid, trailing over the light specks of bruising around the elder’s face, then down to his knuckles; scabbed over and reddened from altercations. gaeul’s lips purse, nostrils flaring as she exhales. her eyes fall shut, counting one, two, three in her head to bring herself to a temperament that won’t get looks thrown at her, her tongue pokes against the inside of her cheek. “come on, seriously?” she scoffs, a frown marring her features as she fights the urge to roll her eyes at her sibling’s antics. “how many times are you going to get pummeled before you learn that maybe usings your fists—” she reaches out, and despite the callous way she tosses her words around, her grip is gentle as she grasps one of her brother’s hands. a dainty finger taps at an area above scabbed skin. “— isn’t the right way to go about things?” her eyebrow raises, head cocking to the side as she stares up at jaeyong pointedly.