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cheiian:

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                 WHY DID HE FEEL as if this was all a lie. That Hyun was just saying this to cover up his own sick motives. Would this not be a cliché? the younger trying to achieve that what the elder had. Jian just looked at him, hands still curled into fists, not ready to punch – too WEAK, too tired. ❝I can not sleep without fearing that they might get to me while I least expect it. They are TALKING❞ he continued to think about CONSPIRACIES, to think of those that wanted him DEAD. ❝I can hear them talking behind my back and it makes me wonder …❞ hands relaxed, finger tapping ‘gainst surface of the desk now, chin raising and oh, his expression was not like it usually was when he looked at him. Not soft or FRIENDLY, it was full of suspicion. ❝WHO CAN I TRUST?

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                   HIS WORDS’ MEANING did not slide past him so easily. hyun choi, always a man of action. always preferring his fists or his gun to do his talking. the man sat across from him, so tired, so agitated was he that he was now spilling lies from lips that he was telling himself whilst ALONE in this god forsaken room. “ everyone talks, jian. why would you begin to believe them now?  deep hues met jian’s, worry met with suspicion. ( yes, the realization had finally claimed him. ) did it hurt? of course it did. but disregarding feelings, hiding them away for another day —- was his SPECIALTY. it mattered naught who had caused them, not even from whom he called brother. unwavering loyalty still held his head high, “ YOU CAN TRUST ME.