↳☾ Yunho's Tent

@☾ Atsushi Jaejoong of course waited for his father to acknowledge him before he walked any farther into his tent. Of course he was going to refer to his father as sir instead of father since ever since he was younger his father never was very affectionate toward him and it seemed his father had grown colder when his mother disappeared. But Jaejoong never really liked talking about his mother since he was almost sure she was dead if anything else, this of course upset Jaejoong but what was he suppose to do? Cry to his father about it just for him not to care? Yeah Jaejoong would pass on that awkward moment in his life that was for sure. It almost shocked him having his father asking him why he didn't treat the gash in his side before bring the thief. "I thought bring this to your attention was more important..." he mumbled faintly as he placed the boy down and the treasure box before pulling the cloth away from his face and placed the crisp white cloth on his bleeding side before sitting down with the unconscious boy laying in front of him. " His name is Hamin from the desert tribe..." he uttered and looked at the unconscious boy, " He wanted whatever was inside that treasure box of yours sir... I think he was suppose to bring it back to his leader but I'm not completely sure what his intentions are or rather were..." Jaejoong finished and just kept looking at the boy in disappointment, out of all the people to show his loyalty to, it had to be the desert tribe and that's what frustrated Jaejoong the most.

@☾ Jaejoong Granted he never was the best father, Atsushi still liked to think that his children at least harboured some respect for him, even if they didn't love him as they had loved their mother. He wasn't exactly hurt by it, more like it added to the pain of the loss of his wife and making the pit in his heart even bigger. He had never let that mingle with his duties as a leader, though, none of his sons was tolerated and nothing in his attitude towards the tribe showed any difference after his wife disappeared. But sometimes, in the back of his mind, a laugher echoed, especially in moments when they were just about to move from the current campsite. They were planning to leave the next day, so the leader had diligently packed his belongings and was now standing next to the baby bed's canopy, wondering if he should just leave it behind - his wife had wanted to keep it for memories, but now she was gone and it was unnecessary luggage.
A man's voice interrupted his train of thoughts and he turned just to see his elder son dragging another boy in his tent. Atsushi's face muscles twitched when he heard how Jaejoong adressed him and he spotted the blood seeping from the fabric. His son was hurt. Clenching his jaws, he hurried to the two men and motioned to the remaining blankets on the floor "Sit down, Jaejoong, you're bleeding, why haven't you taken care of it yet?" he sounded harsh, but it was actually his worry and care. "Who is this? Is he from the Desert tribe? Did he steal from us?" he looked at the unconscious boy and pushed his chin to see his face better.

[how about Jaejoong replies now and then we can bring Hamin to conscious again?]

As Jaejoong stared at the now unconscious man, he let out a faint sigh as the thing flashing in his mind was the relieved expression from the man's face when he spoke about how he was glad Jaejoong was still breathing after being in that cruel king's dungeon. That burned in his mind as he wrapped the cloth that had fallen back around his face to where only his eyes could be seen. Slowly glancing back down at the man, Jaejoong shook his head, " It seems you have made a liar out of me... it seems I do taste a slight bit of regret..." He mumbled and got off the man before carefully picking up the treasure box, placing it under his arm with the hand that had been sliced open from yanking the blade away from the man. Then kneeling down he threw Hamin's limp body over his left shoulder and began to walk back to the camp. "It seems life is playing a cruel trick on me..." he huffed out as his breathing got a little heavier from the slice on his side as it kept running down his side and down his once white pant leg. But at that point Jaejoong didn't care about his white clothes, or the face that he was bleed quite a bit, he just needed to get back. As blood dripped from his hand and onto the sand as if trying to quench the desert's thirst, Jaejoong kept mumbling to himself as his breathing continued to be shaky and shallow. " then you look at me as if you weren't just trying to cut my throat clean open... foolish as always it seems..." he mumbled and coughed slightly as kept walking until suddenly he realised he was only a few feet from the tribe leader's tent, or as Jaejoong knows him as father. And for the first time, Jaejoong talked himself right into the tent without asking permission to enter. " Pardon my... intrusion sir..." he tried to talk in a normal calm tone of voice as he always did but it came out shaky and hushed as he clenched his hand onto his baggy pant leg, trying to keep blood from getting on any of his father's things. Parting his lips to speak again, Jaejoong could feel himself sweating as he tried to ignore the pain he was keeping in his side and hand. "It... It's seems the Desert tribe.... wants something... of yours... sir..." he mumbled as he forced his emotionless expression on his face as he clenched his jaw.