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Knowing (Oneshot)

Wolf Keum doesn't know how to be gentle.

It's not like, growing up, his father would bring home stray kittens or puppies for Christmas; it's not like he'd ever been to a petting zoo or held a chick for Easter; it's not like he'd ever cradled a newborn sibling, niece or nephew in his arms. Wolf's family wasn't the type to teach you to be gentle.

Wolf Keum doesn't own porcelain dolls or glass trinkets, nor does he have model anythings or limited edition copies of comics. He'd never valued anything like that, it wasn't in his nature. Gentleness is weakness, weakness is pathetic. The closest he'd ever gotten to being careful with something was when he'd gotten his glasses. Even then, he'd been threatened under the penalty of a harsh beating should he ever break them.

He got that beating.

Twice.

Wolf Keum doesn't know how to be sympathetic.

In the Keum household, there wasn't much pity to spare. "That's what you get!" For tripping and scraping a knee, or for spilling half-a-cup of water on a freshly painted school project. "Learn your lesson?" For getting into a fight at school, or for failing chemistry.

The lack of sympathy in the Keum household was almost entirely the cause of Wolf's poor demeanor, his aggressiveness, his sporadic tendencies. When a child is unable to fulfil an urge at home, they find other places to let lose. Some find friends, or a shoulder to cry on. Wolf found anger, and a variety of people to hit. Everyone's different. 

For the most part, this had never really been that big of an issue for Wolf. He had the outlet of fighting at school, and that was good enough for him. Friends were pointless and would eventually become a punching-bag for him, so why have that middle-step in the first place? Cutting out the awkward friendship phase and skipping to the gore was much more his style.

Wolf Keum doesn't know how to express himself.

Maybe it was the combination of all of these things that stunted his development, emotionally, leaving him a little unpredictable and useless on the subject of feelings. He wouldn't know where to start on the subject, and once more, he had less than no desire to ever dabble in those sorts of topics.

Social situations were, and would always be shitty. Wolf would never be good at that, just like he'd never make an A in chemistry, there are simply some things that are predetermined from birth, things that are entirely unable to be changed. That's how life is, and will be for him. 

Wolf Keum doesn't know a lot of things,

But now, he really really wants to try.

Despite all of these things that he'd been telling himself since his birth, and unlucky and unremarkable event in his eyes, he really wanted to change. This time, he wanted to try. However, when it comes to matters of the heart still, he doesn't know what to do. Especially when the person on the receiving end of this is equally emotionally constipated.

Gray Yeon knows a lot of things.

He can do complex math with more letters than numbers, and he can get an A in chemistry. Gray is smart, and Wolf knows this, you could fill several libraries with the books he's read. Unlike Wolf, who's not that smart.

Gray feels things, and takes them to heart more than one might assume. Words hurt him a lot, he's very sensitive, which would be cute if it didn't worry Wolf so much. 

Wolf Keum doesn't know the right words,

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