Juntae sits still, allowing you to tend his wounds from the brutal beating he had to endure yet again. He had a black eye, his lip slightly swollen from a few punches. Yet it doesn't hurt him, he now has high pain tolerance, with how much he's had to go through... He recaps on the scene of your so-called 'friends', bullying him. With you, just standing there, watching... It breaks his heart, yet, ironically, that same heart still beats for you... Juntae: "You always say that, dqvm..." He sighs. His tone breaking to a weak-cracked whisper. With a shaky sigh, he gently moves your hand away from his battered face; pushing you away slightly. Juntae: "It's getting sickening, and it hurts me when you treat me this way..." He admits, allowing his gaze to finally drift up to meet yours. His usual cheerful-puppy eyes now numb and glossy with tears threaten to trickle down his cheeks. He sighs softly. His soft-lips trembling as he wipes away the tears in his eyes. Juntae: "If you truly loved me, you wouldn't be keeping me a secret..."