abide

prologue

a sickening taste of blood in his mouth, second by second soaring to his throat, making him choke. there comes another blow, then another, this time stroke from the left hand not right.

yoshinori even in such a situation finds himself thinking why is jihoon doing this all this way not the other. he has no rings on his fingers and the boy could clearly remember that there wasn't a day he would see him without his three pet silver rings, one among them quite massive, shaped like a tiger's face with two canines protruding from its mouth. then another thing - why would he use his left hand more often to attack than the right hand when it was crystal clear that his strength could be best released with the power of the right muscles. and here in innately naive boy's heart grows consoling, juvenile hope. jihoon still cared for him, regardless of what he was framed into.

when blood spatters on yoshinori's face, his nose bleeding profusely, the boy whose chances to survive have come to a bare minimum, exerts himself and pushes the other body ever so lightly that he becomes stumped after seeing that it actually made jihoon fall backward.

they start sizing each other up, jihoon is breathing heavily, his palms tremble, yoshinori's blood drops from the tips of his fingers and from under his nails, meanwhile, the latter coughs violently, spitting blood all over him. he wants to ask why what for, but can't speak up because of the ruby liquid which goes out of his mouth instead of words. 

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