"It wasn't like that." Bjoos words were the equivilance of a calm before the storm, a roaring thunder that promised lightening. Hansol didn't want to hear it, dismissing rational thought and choking on fears that were waging a war on his mind with no sign of a white flag. Hansols tongue clicked against the back of his tongue, the corner of his mouth pulling into a smirk that had promised malice. "She was pretty, wasn't she?" head cocked to the side, he offered a bitter laugh into the air. His eyes were hungry, starved for a reaction to rest along the others features. To watch the anger tae over his eyes and to create a tension in the corner of his lips, something, anything.

Little did he know that the storm was growing behind such a calm expression resting against the countours and curves of Bjoos face was something feirce. Fingers curled into a tight fist, leaving his knuckles white and his jaw set tight. Teeth grinding against eachother as the the words laced with thick toxic ichor seeped into his skin and tainted his bones.

"Do you want to her, Bjoo?" A flat palm ran along the curve of his jaw, the smile on his mouth was harsh and ungenuine. Coated in a tensed anger that lingered at the corners of his mouth, but he wasnt graced with the satisfaction of an answer. It only pushed him further, it fed his paranoia and gave his mind the freedom to indulge in assumptions that blackened his judgment further. 

"You do, don't you. I saw it, the way you looked at her." The words fell from his mouth carelessly, driven by anger and feuled by irrational jealousy. Bjoos teeth started to grind and the bones in his curled fist started to ache, Hansols words burned his skin and sliced at his heart. He was wrong, it wasn't like that. Hansols words were throwing him overboard bored, in a large breath a strong force was shoved against the middle of hansols chest.

A gasp left his lips as his back made an unforgiving smack to the wall. A whimper from trembling lips, and that fist fueled by blind anger, lapse of judgment and built tension was delivered to the wall just beside Hansols cheek with a force to be scared of. Hansols head turned, if it turned any faster his neck would have snapped. An instant stream of fears flooded the water line of his eyes, but he dare not let them fall. Swallowing his fear and silence greeted them both, regret chilled Hansols insides. His heart frost bitten, and in that slow moment up until the initial connection - he swore it stopped beating.

He pushed him, on purpose. To some extent he liked it, he wanted the truth and he desperately clawed his blunt nails into decaying flesh to get it. Small thin chunks of wood were lodged into the apples of his cheek, marring his skin with fresh lacerations. Pulling his quivering bottom lip between his teeth and halting its tremble as he dare not cry.

" I'm sorry. Something got into me and I shouldn't have taken it that far." Bjoo mused with a soft voice, Hansols methods were purely verbal - never had he once thought he'd push Bjoo to react in a physical way. Bjoo left for a moment, Hansol was to scared move. His palms were trembling and no amount of self assurance could move him from that spot.

Bjoo shortly returned with tweezers, and the closer he got he more fear he felt. The fresh whimper from Hansols lips brought a sigh to Bjoos. At war with accepting an apology in the wake of something thats purpose was to cause physical harm, physical harm to him. One by one Bjoo plucked the pieces of wood from his cheek, with every one stacked a block of guilt onto his shoulders. "I'm almost done.. and when i am, feel free to ignore me as long as you need." he offered, regardless of his own wants. " I deserve it" he breathed, brows knitting as he blinked furiously to keep his own emotions at bay.

It was desperation that drove Hansol to reach out and grasp tightly onto the others fingers, his eyes still locked to the floor before a another choked sob escaped his mouth. Scared but inlove.

"Hansol -- "

"No." he croaked, shaking his head as emotions fell from his lips and broke the tone of his voice. Bjoo stopped after the final splinter, the visual of blood caused him to just close his eyes and deny the reality of the situation. He leaned forward and pressed his lips along the temple of Hansols head, they were delicate and genuine. The kisses peppered from his ears and to his clenched jaw. Hansols eyes flutter shut as he happily took every affectionate gesture, his grip on the others hand becoming more firm. Pulling Bjoo closer, the fear washing away with every kiss burned into his skin. "It's fine." he spoke finally, submitting to his stronger and more prominant emotions.

There was no doubt in his mind that his love for Bjoo would prevail amongst any thing else. Bjoos bottom lip quivered at the sight before him, the broken expression along Hansols face that was created by him. He burried his face into the bend and warmth of Hansols neck, his apology was almost like a fervent prayer under his beath. " I love you i -- "

"Stop, please. I just want to forget about it.." he begged, keeping his eyes shut tight.

"I love you and i'm so sorry" he pressed fresh kiss to hansols cheek. "I don't deserve you" his lips pressed the same kiss to the opposite and unharmed cheek. Bjoo was present physically but mentally he was fading off into his own thoughts. His tongue was tied and his mind was just a loud and hard to ignore echo of how sorry he was, screaming inside his skull and drowning out all else.
In a way Hansol was unable to explain, he could feel the regret radiating off his friend, his lover. He finally moved, raising his hands to cup at Bjoos cheeks. Thumbs tracing along the sharp of his bone structure, lost in the pools of dark brown. Leaning up and pressing his lips against the others, kissing against the apparent frown. "Stop thinking about it." he mumbled against sensitive skin as his kisses didnt stop.

But there was no reaction from Bjoo, trepidation lining his thoughts and halting action. "Please." he mewled, pressing kisses against each corner of Byungjoos mouth. And finally, Hansol recieved a response. It was chaste but powerful, the other pressed his forehad against hansols. Brushing the bridge of their noses together, Hansol parted his lips to speak but nothing came out. Lost in a trance of raw love, leaning up to graze his lips along the thicker pair. "Watch horrible morning television with me."

A breathy laugh from the depths of Hanols throat, and finally a smile graced his lips. "I'd love too.." parting his lips to steal another kiss from bjoos thick top lip. "Or watch me watching television." Byungoo grinned, easing the tension with little to no effort."You know me so well." a smirk pulled at the corner of the others mouth.  Fingers curled into hansols shirt, pulling him forward, guiding him to the couch. Following happily, within the moments he completely forgot about the wound to his cheek.

The sound of hands to denim guided him further and placing himself on byungjoos lap, eager to pepper kisses along the expanse of the others neck. Feeling almost starved of the others scent.