"Will you be cool in there?" Mun-Su asked again for the third time, he was running his fingers through his hair and bouncing on the balls of his feet. He looked a moment away from pacing, He was gripping onto the, newly appointed, 'quarantine room' door a little too hard. It would definitely be leaving nasty indents in his palms and fingers. Hyun-Su wasn't sure how to respond to such fussing honestly. From meekly looking at the floor, he dragged his gaze up in an attempt to reassure the older man.
"I'll be fine..." his voice was barely above a whisper as usual, Mun-Su wondered if he was physically capable of raising his tone. "Thanks."
Mun-Su sighed, putting his hands on his hips. He pinched the bridge of his nose and clenched his eyes shut, when they opened again he seemed to have settled down a bit. Loosening his grip on the poor door, he spoke in a defeated tone. "Okay... If you need anything, just yell. Okay?"
Knowing he would just continue his mother hen-ning if told anything different, Hyun-Su nodded, "Okay."
Mun-Su reluctantly closed the door on him, pulling the shutter down without having to stretch up for it. As it rattled to the floor with a clang, he couldn't help but feel like the biggest asshole on the planet. He hesitated before lightly knocking on the door three times sharp, in-between the slats of the shutter. He didn't wait for a response before turning and walking off in the direction of the security room with the intention of discussing a battle plan with Eun-Hyuk.
But a weight was lifted from his shoulders when three knocks, mimicking his own, resounded softly from the other side of the door. He smiled, just missing the flash of blonde hair ducking around the corner as he continued down the hall.
Leaning against the wall, Mi-Sun closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with oxygen until they ached, and exhaled. The exchange she had accidentally walked in on left her emotional, she struggled to force her expression back to one of neutral emotion. Memories she always tried her best to bury were rising to the surface.
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"Fucking leave her alone, asshole!" Mun-Su shrieked, punching his wall so hard it would leave a dark bruise on his knuckles.
"Be quiet, boy!" Sung-Ho boomed from the room next door, Mi-Sun's room. Mun-Su kicked his locked bedroom door, it rattled on its hinges but remained standing.
A few more yells were heard before Mi-Sun's door was slammed and, presumably, locked shut, the walls shaking slightly from the force. Then there was silence, and the barely noticeable sound of a bedframe creaking.
Climbing over his own bed, Mun-Su put his ear up against the wall, he heard nothing. Raising his fist, he lightly knocked on the wall three times with his bruised and bleeding fist. A question without words.
On the other side of the wall, Mi-Sun was lying on her bed with her knees pulled to her quivering chest. She flinched at the quiet tapping from the wall but relaxed almost immediately. Reaching out a shaking hand, she returned the knocks.
Mun-Su felt himself relax and collapsed into his bed, she was okay. He'd figure out a way to make his father's life miserable tomorrow. There had been enough yelling and violence tonight.
Mi-Sun wiped her teary eyes, squeezing her stuffed animal closer. The thought of her big brother next door helped to comfort her somewhat. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep.
Tomorrow was a new day.
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Opening her eyes, she shrugged off the tension in her shoulders and took off walking down the hall, the opposite way her brother went.
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Sun and Moon (Sweet Home)
Random"Is that blood on his mouth?" The shutter was now up completely, showing them an unblocked view of the man. In her peripheral vision, Mi-Sun saw Eun-Hyuk return to the lobby. He came to a halt as he saw what everyone was looking at. The man's skin w...
