JUMIN HAN:
STRESS.
Jumin can relate, but not so much that he’s ended up in the hospital–then again, that might be due to him pushing a lot of the work on JAEHEE as well. has she ever ended up in the hospital and hadn’t told anyone as well? or has she never befallen illness? she must be very strong, inside and out. Jumin wishes he could say the same for himself.
he lifts his eyes finally, staring at Luciel for a long moment before he crosses into the room, standing by the foot of his bed, fingers gripping the edge of the bed tightly, NERVOUS–about? about… this. intimate exchange and interaction, not that they hadn’t had a casual conversation before, but… the situation is different, and the atmosphere is tense and heavy.
Jumin knows Luciel wouldn’t want anyone finding out about this; that he probably doesn’t want to see anyone right now, but he insists on being somewhat of a good friend–to make up how he hasn’t been noticing Luciel’s deteriorating health in the past weeks.
FOOD.
why hadn’t Jumin thought of that? Luciel hasn’t been eating right, so he should’ve brought him some healthy foods–fruits, milk, things like that. he suddenly feels very pathetic that he thought just a photo of Elizabeth 3rd might cheer Seven up–what with his OBSESSION with his cat–so he keeps the photo in his pocket, hand only just barely sliding over it for a moment before deciding that perhaps he doesn’t know Luciel as well as he should and that this is a rare time where cats are NOT APPROPRIATE.
❛ yes. I should’ve. I’m sorry. I’ll bring you some food next time I come visit you. ❜
the atmosphere , HE DIDN’T LIKE IT. it put too many knots in his stomach not the good ones. fingertips curling, gripping at white sheet as his gaze fell down. this worry , this care. HE TOLD ALL OF THEM NOT TO GET TOO CLOSE but they were anyway. it made him feel sick. teeth sunk into lower lip as his head turned away tearing away any sense of contact in order to regain his composure. he wasn’t normally like this , he was trying to force it out. ( SEVEN-ZERO-SEVEN .). the great, the defender, the one that wasn’t shattered into a thousand pieces. lids squeezed as brows furrowed before finally regaining some sense of balance within him. a deep intake of breath through nostrils and a slow exhale of breath through parting lips.
how ANNOYING.
pink muscle swept from behind teeth and lips, wetting his lower before finally allowing that bright amber gaze to reconnect with the other male. too worried , too caring and all everyone saw was a ROBOT. when in reality JUMIN HAN CARED TOO MUCH. it was funny if he really sat and thought about it despite the conditions. this thought, this one singular thought made him chuckle. ❛ aish hyung ~ if you worry too much now you’ll get white ha——— actually ooo! is that one right there?! ❜
he leaned forward then a grin painting across vulpine like features before plucking the strand ❛ ——— oo ah! it’s just Elly’s … got you though didn’t I? ❜ falling back against the pillow he grumbled with a hand clamped down on his own shoulder. rolling his forward then back before his head dipped side to side, rolling to crack at joints. ❛ but really I’m fine. I apparently got a fever … but I think I just stood up too quickly, got dizzy. maybe I’ll start going out for walks. ❜
what a disgusting L I A R . how many times do you lie a day, Luciel?
lips pursed before his brow quirked to the sudden picture. light gleaming on his face as middle and index took a corner sliding it closer to himself. ❛ my beautiful Elly ~~ you should have brought her to visit me … she would have made this visit better. or food. but don’t worry about it okay? o k a y. ❜ he was already sliding it back as if to push the other to get out. to leave. to stop caring. HE COULD CARE FOR HIMSELF. these were the risks he took and he took them without doubt, without fear. because he knew he could handle them alone. just … stop … caring.
❛ our silver spoon must be busy today … you should get going, your dad will call if you don’t. ❜