𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐎𝐘.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞...

❝ hands down,
i'm too proud for love.
but with my eyes shut,
it's you i'm thinking of.

but how we moved from a to b,
it can't be up to me,
cause i don't know
eye to eye,
thigh to thigh.
i let go

i think i'm a little bit,
a little bit
in love with you- but only
if you're a little bit,
a little bit
in love with me

and for you,
i keep my legs apart.
and forget
about my tainted heart.
and i will never
be the first to say it,
but still
you know i.. ❞

***

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯.
𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.

"right.. and how the hell does a weight just fall on your arm?"

jae simply stared at his uncle with the same emotionless expression he had worn for a destructive amount of time because he simply had no time to hide what was going on, inside of his head and the pure, unfiltered rage released in his usually meek eyes could testify to that. the unnaturally silent teenager who hadn't had much to say nor a reaction to procure simply stared up at his uncle from the couch, nearly disrespecting him with his silence. it was as if the boy was annoyed that his uncle was rightfully reacting to him coming home with a broken wrist.

"like i told you." jae murmured, sighing deeply in annoyance. "i was liffting improperly, and it fell on me and broke my wrist."

what that didn't explain, however, was the scratch on his lip or the mere cloud of disdain that seemed to have settled upon him.

yosef stared over at the teen who was obviously in a bad mood but showed no signs of dishonesty that he could visibly gather from the interaction. the doctor sighed, nearly faint with nerve at the boy who seemed to be getting hit with things left and right; a broken nose, and now the same with his bandaged wrist? the scratches that were scattered upon his exterior, if anything, were more than concerning but what the older could not see was that they had slowly began to fade into his interior, clouding and polluting his eyes with the anger that he refused to explain.

what an uncanny resemblance.

"alright," the stressed doctor murmured. "i- i still don't get it."
"well i dunno what to say to you uncle, my wrists still broken." jae told him quite earnestly, not caring to hide his sarcasm nor withdraw away from it. "they treated it too, at their little doctors office.. so can i get some rest now please? it hurts."

yosef blinked over at the tall boy who simply continued to stare before huffing; he supposed if jae would only continue his adamant love for being stubborn, then there was no need to keep him. even worse was the fact that because he had been hurt once again, yosef knew that he'd refrain from any type of emotional confrontation now that he had something else to settle within his system- in other words, his injury had made everything harder.