Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170731210317

Elijah was too emotionally exhausted to even react negatively at that point, giving Jeong a pained, self-deprecating smile as he squeezed Jeong's hand, letting his own head roll back to hit the wire headboard as he shakily sighed, his body finally losing its tension as he laid there, limp.

He paused for what seemed to be three minutes, before finally speaking in a hushed whisper.

"...You finally noticed. Huh?"

The Mexican sighed, hanging his head low in defeat as he buried his face in the crown of Jeong's fluffy scalp, furrowing his brows to the point that it hurt his head.

"I didn't want to ruin what little happiness you managed to scrape up in this shithole. You need time to heal and prepare yourself for the real world after what that bastard did to you. And I never wanted to force irrational feelings onto you so quickly after Jisae. I was too much of a wimp to even register those feelings. It felt so wrong- But so right. I felt like I was going to die all over again. So I shut up and tried to get away from you for your own sake,"

He shook his head, chuckling in despair as he gripped Jeong's arm tighter.

"I just didn't realise how much I needed you until I was about to loose you. And dear God, I feel so selfish and confused for just that."

He choked back a sob, his stoic and emotionless facade completely dropping as he gripped onto the Korean for dear life. It was almost ironic how such a small, meek, man could make someone so strong and proud like Elijah just crumble like this.

"I'm- I'm not very good. At a lot of things. I can't give you the life that you deserve. I can't speak thousands of languages but everything I ever wanted to say to you can't be translated. Nor can I sing to you, as my voice has an uncanny habit of falling silent every single time you look at me. Nor can I even play for you, as my fingers fumble when my thoughts cross over to how you look, watching me with those giant blue eyes of yours. I can't buy you million dollar cars or treat you to the finer things in life, but I can brush the knots out of your hair and protect you when everything has become too much to bear..."

He broke his voice off, knowing that if he continued to speak, he would only end up crying. And there was no way in hell he would begin to start to lose face in a situation like this. He dipped his head lower, resting his cheek atop of Jeong's shoulder and murmuring into his bruised neck, his voice sounding utterly broken and destoryed as he managed to whimper out.

"I'm not good at much, but I will be good to you"