"I know. You never want me to.", he mumbled. Richard was too caring if anything. There was nothing he could feasibly do about it, telling him to stop wasn't an option simply because Yujin already knew that, regardless of it all, he was too kind, too much of a sweetheart, too loving for his own good - even when Yujin didn't deserve it, Richard still seemingly made a point to always accommodate him and figure out the best solution for both. Yujin, on the other hand, never put himself as part of the equation and only really cared if Richard was save or not. This was reaching unprecedented levels of stupid, wasn't it? Now that he himself was ailing, like the idiot he was, all he gained for that subpar performance he played was the realization that, despite everything, he gained nothing from being stupid, from being obedient and unable to see the world for what it really was - he couldn't help himself, not once or twice, not even now, he was an idiot, even still, to put it simply. Yujin could only bemoan his failings, yet refused to, more so now that the reality of it all dawned upon him - his stupidity, eternal as it seemed to be, like a red thread, spanning across all the mistakes he'd ever made in his life.
"Why not? We can go anywhere, as long as we're out of my families reach.", he tried his best to respond, biting back the pain again. It hurt, so bad, like blinding, white hot something - a hot knife, maybe, like still burning coals singing his soles, his body unable to move. His pulse was quick and Yujin no longer knew if he was sweating because of the heat in the baths, his pain or not sweating at all, and if all of that was water - sitting down helped, very much so, but it wouldn't for long. Weaseling himself out of here seemed impossible. "No, what are you sorry for?" Right now, he still tried to play the caring one of the two of them, the one that could do anything if he put his mind to it while visibly in pain, still. There was no blood, just pain, neverending and all controlling in its onslaught on his senses. "Mhm ... that'd be nice." Yet Yujin already could guess what they'd do - feed him more painkillers, maybe they'd make him stupid again and maybe, just maybe, he'd deal with that for the sake of being the person Richard loved and being able to love him back, without everything gnawing at the back of his mind. Still, as Richard suggested the obvious, he grabbed him harder, and as uncharacteristical as all of this already was of him, yelped "No!" as a last ditch effort, like he'd ever be forced to take the medication by that man specifically. "Sorry ... I just ... I'm done with forgetting everything, you know? I don't ... want to not remember ..." His grip loosened a little as he tried to catch his breath, then put one of his hands on his leg again, pressing against the scar. "No ... it's the scars. My chest is not ... that bad, but my leg drives me nuts."
"Why not? We can go anywhere, as long as we're out of my families reach.", he tried his best to respond, biting back the pain again. It hurt, so bad, like blinding, white hot something - a hot knife, maybe, like still burning coals singing his soles, his body unable to move. His pulse was quick and Yujin no longer knew if he was sweating because of the heat in the baths, his pain or not sweating at all, and if all of that was water - sitting down helped, very much so, but it wouldn't for long. Weaseling himself out of here seemed impossible. "No, what are you sorry for?" Right now, he still tried to play the caring one of the two of them, the one that could do anything if he put his mind to it while visibly in pain, still. There was no blood, just pain, neverending and all controlling in its onslaught on his senses. "Mhm ... that'd be nice." Yet Yujin already could guess what they'd do - feed him more painkillers, maybe they'd make him stupid again and maybe, just maybe, he'd deal with that for the sake of being the person Richard loved and being able to love him back, without everything gnawing at the back of his mind. Still, as Richard suggested the obvious, he grabbed him harder, and as uncharacteristical as all of this already was of him, yelped "No!" as a last ditch effort, like he'd ever be forced to take the medication by that man specifically. "Sorry ... I just ... I'm done with forgetting everything, you know? I don't ... want to not remember ..." His grip loosened a little as he tried to catch his breath, then put one of his hands on his leg again, pressing against the scar. "No ... it's the scars. My chest is not ... that bad, but my leg drives me nuts."
Looking back, it maybe is like the toy carts you rode when you were a kid. But those toy carts could never go beyond the walls of the lawn. We want to follow the rugged concrete road beyond the wall. As we've grown, we've decided to leave behind the toy cart.