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moneyballer) wrote2016-08-01 12:04 pm
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moneyballer) wrote2016-08-01 12:04 pm
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...He can always just kick him out, right?
Right. Jin nods, and, wordlessly, sends him the number of his room over text.]
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Asher cowers outside of Jin's room, shutting his eyes as tightly as he feebly attempts to collect himself. Vodka and a few paper towels is definitely not going to cover this, but calling someone would probably only worsen Jin's already melancholic state. He presses his face into his hands like a scared child, breathing in and out a few times. Drawing back, he straightens his posture slightly, tugging at the uniform jacket he was given at the start. It's been hastily thrown over whatever he was last seen wearing.
Things may be even worse than they seemed. Still, he knocks on the door, making a note to feign nonchalance once the other answers.]
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He doesn't move to intimidate him, and he doesn't push his way past, either. Instead, he simply shuffles aside, mumbling some inaudible word of thanks and giving way for Asher to come inside his room.]
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There's something weak about the smile Asher plasters on his place forcibly, although his welcome is considerably cheerier than his expression.]
Waddup, G?
[Silly, perhaps.
But well-intentioned.]
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That's dorky, even for a Jin from 5 years ago, but at the very least, he can tell that Asher's trying. He manages a thin smile too and shuts the door behind him.]
...Hey.
[He does finally note all the stuff in Asher's arms. Is that... alcohol? He raises an eyebrow, looking from the bottle of booze to Asher's face in confusion.] What's all that for...?
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This is not for drinking-
[He stammers, gesturing wildly.]
Because you are a minor and I am a responsible adult.
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hELP
how do u adult]
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[God.
That is something Asher definitely does not do.]
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Ssssooo... we're not drinking, then?
[jin takes a seat on the end of his bed and continues to stare quizzically at him.... why are boys like this]
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The farce is cast off again, and the metaphorical shroud clears.]
No, I...
[He purses his lips and looks downward for a moment before meeting Jin's eyes.]
I wasn't sure how hurt you were, exactly. Did you take care of any of that?
[This is all said as Asher gestures to his own face.]
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Oh. Well. He thought that was done already. Guess he hadn't taken care of it very well.]
You don't have to, I'm fine, really. [He can ignore the way it stings: Jin just feels awkward about Asher having felt obligated to... play nurse, or whatever it is he's doing. Maybe he shouldn't have invited him in, if he knew it was going to play out like this.]
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He wants to ensure that the other isn't wary about him being here. That way, whatever patching up he has to do will be easier.]
Listen, dude.
I dunno about you, but, I know that when I'm alone and feelin' blue? It friggin' sucks.
[Leaning against the doorway, Asher pauses for a moment, gauging Jin's facial expression.]
I didn't want you to feel like you were on your own. I've got your back, really, I do.
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It's silly. He's aware of it, he realizes, rubbing the seeping blood he'd touched off on his dark uniform. But it'd be safer to just not let him in; to continue to keep him at the already dangerously close arm's length he's got him at.
Jin shifts a little in his seat, uncomfortable, before swallowing down that fear as best as he can. It's been a long time since he's let somebody help him like this, but it'll be fine. It has to be; Asher's said he'd be there more than once now. It'll be fine. He sighs, as if willing the doubt out through his lungs.]
Okay.
[Again. He can always kick him out.]
Thank you. For showing up.
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As a person who constantly yearns for companionship, Asher can't understand what it's like to truly yearn for solitude. He has never been that kind of person, nor has he ever benefitted from estrangement.
Something about the sorrow and deep-seated self loathing in Jin's voice is what keeps Asher here, all too eagerly plastered to the kid's side.]
You're bleeding a little.
[He sits down on the bed next to the other, but not too close so as to spook him.
Slapping his hands down on his knees and then pulling them upwards reflexively, Asher looks over at Jin in earnest.]
Let's get you cleaned up.
i cannot imagine how much this horrifies u, a medical professional, to write
Hey-- hang on, that's what that was for?
[Of course he's had to patch himself up in a pinch. He's not a stranger to makeshift bandages and antiseptics... yet, surely they had better supplies than this available? There's a little of the skeptical child in his expression, now, the way that his nose wrinkles and his eyebrows knit together.]
You know how to do this, right?
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Don't worry homie.
[DON'T LOOK SO CONFIDENT?!]
Dr. Meredith Grey ain't got nothing on me.
[the medical information on that show is often inaccurate
she's even not a real doctor]
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also guess which kid doesn't have cable]
I don't know who that is, but I'm pretty sure she doesn't clean cuts with drinking alcohol.
jeSUIS
[Sputtering!!!]
Like, literally. She's super hot. I don't care how old she is, I'd totally bone her.
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Are you gonna keep talking about this doctor or are you gonna help me?
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i mean, have u seen ellen pompeo???? the woman is fire]
Uh, right. Yeah!
Sorry.
[he doesn't kno how 2 do this]
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[With a sigh, Jin scoots closer, eyeing Asher with uncertainty.]
If that's all you have, I guess it'll still work. To clean the cuts, I mean.
im so mad... asher. did u even wash ur haNDS
The scent of vodka is familiar, harsh. It stings his nostrils as he pours just a tad out onto whatever paper towel he's brought with him, although he focuses his attention on Jin's face soon after.
There is something deep within that hurts as he applies the makeshift wipe to the other's forehead, knowing it will sting.]
Take care of yourself, okay?
It's easy to screw that up when you're not feeling great about yourself. Trust me, I know.
[Empathy, a virtue and a vice.
Hopefully it won't do him in.]
this is unsanitary asher ur doing it all wrong
[He winces in pain, recoiling away from Asher's touch when the alcohol touches his open wound. It's not deep, really, for as bad as it looks: Genji hadn't done entirely too much damage when he'd scuffled with Jin. Fortunate, for both the wounded and the makeshift nurse.
He huffs. For as much as Asher cares, it's clear that he doesn't truly know what Jin's life had been like. What it is still like.]
Easier said than done. Believe me.
if jin gets an infection does it count as an std (shittily transmitted disease)
[While it's true Asher may not quite understand, as his identity has never been under fire in quite the same way, he can certainly gauge just how badly it's impacted Jin's confidence.
Clueless in some respects, Asher thinks back to his own experiences in court. The teen has been under some very close scrutiny this evening, but there is something genuine and gentle in the way the older man regards him.
After a long breath of silence, he continues in a whisper.]
Did somebody hurt you?
[Asher gingerly brushes a hair from Jin's face, re-examining the wound.]
god i hope not. also here comes the homophobia ):
[Jin falls silent, eyes darting away from Asher's face. He's got a feeling that Asher's digging a little, but what is there to tell? He'd made all of his choices on his own, in the end. It'd been his own decision to run away, to steal and scrape by, to abandon the Kung clan's legacy rather than pretend to be something he wasn't.
No one had hurt him. Not for being gay.
But god, had every word his mother spat gouged right into him, jagged, cutting deep under his skin.
It's lucky that Asher is so bad at this first aid thing: the sting of the alcohol breaks him from his thoughts, and he hisses in pain, swearing under his breath.] Shit, that stings.
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