Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170731132911

Ham &amp; Cheese Omen wrote: ''Jeong furrowed his brows, lifting his shaken arms so that he could gently embrace him. He knew this feeling that was rupturing inside his lungs, and he knew damn well that Elijah had bottled up his anxieties and worries on him.'' ''Although he had been sent to the hospital several times from - at that time - unavoidable, almost endless episodes of arguing and violence with Jisae, every trip to it always pains him. Why was he so stupid? After realizing of what his ex-boyfriend had gone through with past relationships, Jeong's pacifism had done the better of him and forgave him out of habit. Even his friends and family were begging the Korean to leave him.''

Of course, he didn't believe them.

And all of that lead to this.

Laying in an infirmary in a massive garden, in the middle of something that came out of an early twentieth-century cartoon with the lingering thought of never returning to the Overworld and be lost forever in this place.

''Soon enough, Jeong's grip on Elijah's leather jacket became tighter, the drastic change of callously laying on the bed to having a festival of heartbreaking sobs, whimpers, and broken Korean erupted into alongside his friend. Despite his ribs rattling with every other breath he took, the plant that was by the bedside surprisingly made him properly intake the flowery air.''

"I-I... I don't want to go..." Elijah shakily sighed, desperately trying to re-compose himself as he sat back upright, continuing to smooth down the disshelved peach fluff that was stuck onto Jeong's forehead with blood and sweat.

"You're not going fucking anywhere, Jeo. Not if I could help it."

A frown and a sob almost made its way onto his lips. He gripped onto the bed sheets once again, kneading them as he looked at Jeong's quivering form in a pleading fashion, completely unsure on what he should do.

"J-Just- Breathe. Don't panic- I'll- I'll go and find someone that can help-"