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the younger male watched the older with much pity conveying within his brown orbs, sympathy that he lacks so much starts to kicked in. (thank god it did, or victor would’ve redeemed that he had turned heartless and uses that to his advantages.) now that he had a thought about it, yoongi is probably too immersed all night with his psychotic blood dripping, guts spilling death of an unknown teenage girl in the middle of a fucking cornfield of how do you say, literature for those dark circles to appear, same goes to the unwashed hair of being a little too stubborn with getting up and letting water running against you. wait, how does one even survived not sleeping nor showering again? a fucking ghost, i’m telling ya. God has given 8 perfect hours to sleep, and victor is well known of the abuser of this rule. adding an extra sleeping hour is just one thing, but to stay up all night with hands smudged in ink isn’t that much of an ideal. 

“gross.” he scrunched his nose, wrapping tissues around his hand so he could just touch yoongi without getting germs in his hand. it’s probably exaggerating, but he IS aiming exaggeration. “at this point you’re turning into one of junji itou’s inking mess. go to shower before you became all mouldy or something.”