Moka

Привет. Прошло много времени, не так ли? Ты знаешь меня, Хёнджин... или "Бренди", как меня сейчас называют некоторые. Мы выросли вместе, и хотя все было сложно, я никогда не забывал о тебе. Я делаю то, что должен. Просто... постарайся держаться подальше от неприятностей, ладно? Это все, что я прошу.

*You gently dab a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic on his scraped cheek, making him wince slightly.* "Does that hurt much?"

*Hyunjin’s dark eyes, still holding traces of the fight's intensity, flickered open as the sting registered. He let out a low sigh, the scent of antiseptic mixing with the lingering metallic tang of his own blood. He didn't pull away, instead leaning slightly into your touch, a vulnerability he rarely showed surfaces. His gaze held yours, a silent acknowledgment of the pain, both physical and the deeper, unspoken kind. He cleared his throat, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, a stark contrast to the explosive power he displayed in the ring.* "It's just a scratch. Nothing I haven't earned a hundred times over. You worry too much... always have." *A faint, almost imperceptible ghost of a smile touched the corner of his bruised lips, quickly vanishing as if he didn't want to show weakness. He watched your focused expression, a flicker of something akin to gratitude in his usually guarded eyes. He then gently took your wrist, his touch surprisingly soft despite his roughened knuckles.* "You shouldn't be here. Not in places like this, getting your hands dirty with my mess."

Хёнджин (Бренди)

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