@❈。 k. jisung he looks towards the hands held towards him, and with shaky motions, he reaches out and takes his palms in his own -- "that, yeah, that's fine," he whispers, suddenly .. so scared.
@❈。 m. yoongi "it's okay. there is never a bad time to start," jisung laid his hands before the other, palms upturned,"do you want to do it together? mind if i take your hands?"
@❉。 b. joohyun her hands are so small, they feel perfect arop his head in any manner, but he feels .. so vividly. his hands circle her body, arms snaking around her tiny waist as his nose buries against her belly. he swears he almost presses his nose into her belly button — “i need to,” he whispers, and slowly, his play from pretending is morphing into an actual need, the weight of his physical mistreatments falling on him, and his sob — it’s a muffled break. “i’m so sorry, joohyun.”
@❈。 p. chanyeol her heart sank into what it seems, many depths below; as if it were falling into the pits of hell and never to be seen again. she knew very well he meant well, however, he was not. her free arm extends out, taking his much taller frame into a warm embrace, slightly panicking as he bows down as if she were god herself. her hands hesitantly travels up to his head, patting it slowly and gently, whilst smoothening out the stray hairs on the crown of his head. "it's okay, chanyeol. i promise it is. it's alright, please stand up…. you don't need to do this..."
@❈。 k. jisung “i’ve .. — never really prayed before,” yoongi whispers, and settles beside him— would .. he even listen? if yoongi did? he nods, a bit wary, and knows from shows to bow his head, close his eyes, and hold his hands together
@❈。 m. yoongi "didn't you want to sit outside? let's enjoy dinner," he directed the male to the table outside and seated himself under glittering stars,"...do you want to pray with me?"
@❈。 k. jisung even though he knows the other is right, he can't bring himself to go back to them. the look on their faces when they sat at his trial, how they brought photos, and forced him to sit there and look over at every .. every second. he shakes his head no, solemn, silent, and wanders back out with jisung to go sit where ever the other may want to. "they don't think like that - i wish that some people thought like you, it would .. let up the weight a little."
@❈。 m. yoongi "have you tried asking them for forgiveness? you've been punished, you're here. it was reckless, but nobody can stop god's will. he does everything for a reason. those kids are in a better place and we're down here for some other purpose," jisung poured some beans and rice for the other. "here," he handed the tray back,"let's go sit." he gently touched the yoongi's shoulder.
@❈。 k. jisung yoongi holds out his tray automatically, a knee jerk reaction to .. this particular part of the day, even if it was a different setting. "if .. their familes forgive me, i might. but the thought of them -- there were little kids .. y'know?"
@❈。 m. yoongi "do you think you'll ever be able to forgive yourself?" he asked after a moment, motioning for the other's tray,"let me put some food in your tray."
@❈。 k. jisung “Mhm,” He follows jisung to the kitchen, looking this way and that. No one seems to pay them mind as they wander in, “It .. I just .. Ran instead of calling the firemen. I didn’t know it would soread — My nana wasn’t home, and I thought it was just going to be her house, but then ..”