[ the moment vie gets yanked away is so jarring that jaejin doesn't even think his heart has time to anticipate the way it drops into the pit of his stomach, fear lancing through him immediately. it happens so quickly though, and he's never seen vie like this, so utterly in control of the situation in a way it's unlikely he himself could ever be. he remembers vie describing himself as feral once, how he'd smiled at it, fond.
now he's so inexplicably grateful for every ounce of fight vie has in him because if it were up to him, he isn't sure the two of them would make it out of the alley alive. the knowledge of it digs its claws in, even as he releases a stuttered breath while watching vie with the knife.
no matter how he parses it, he has a lot of questions and every one of them is complicated.
but he doesn't hesitate at vie's urging, pushing through the pain that seems more like background noise for the moment to follow him to the car. he knows once his pulse stops its rampage in his ears that the pain will replace it again. when they reach his car, he still pauses at the passenger's side to make sure vie makes it in before him, following soon after. once inside, he's twisting with a harsh breath to reach for the palm vie almost cut on the knife, checking it. ]
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now he's so inexplicably grateful for every ounce of fight vie has in him because if it were up to him, he isn't sure the two of them would make it out of the alley alive. the knowledge of it digs its claws in, even as he releases a stuttered breath while watching vie with the knife.
no matter how he parses it, he has a lot of questions and every one of them is complicated.
but he doesn't hesitate at vie's urging, pushing through the pain that seems more like background noise for the moment to follow him to the car. he knows once his pulse stops its rampage in his ears that the pain will replace it again. when they reach his car, he still pauses at the passenger's side to make sure vie makes it in before him, following soon after. once inside, he's twisting with a harsh breath to reach for the palm vie almost cut on the knife, checking it. ]
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