Trash is trash, dead or alive.

Jimin took a few steps this way and that, making sure that they were balanced. He blinked, surprised as Jin clung to him. He didnt really know what to do.

So he stood there for a while, overwhelmed by Jin and letting the boy cry all over him. He felt the last drips of adrenaline from his earlier outburst trickle away and took a deep breath.

"Hey, Jin." He wrapped an arm round his back awkwardly. "Hey, its alright. I forgive you." He said quietly. "Its alright now."

Jin took a shaky breath and unlatched himself from Jimin's body. "I-I'm sorry." He repeated, but this time, he gave the SHSL Judge a shaky smile. "Thank you." He had said it a hundred times, but he would probably say it a hundred more because he's a cliche bastard.

Jin, his hand stiff and uncertain, gave Jimin a 'high five', whatever that might be. He beamed brightly at the judge, tear streaks evident on his face and snot trickling out of his nose.

"Do--Do I need to get the tissues?" Cleo asked, shuffling his feet.

He walked slowly through the bathroom door, shuffling sideways so he wouldnt knock Jin against the doorframe. He placed him down carefully on the toilet (the lid is down lol dw) and untangled their limbs and clothes from each other.

Jimin reached for some tissues and started to wipe away the snot and dirt from Jins face, silent in deep concentration. He grabbed a flannel and rinsed under the tap, gently wetting Jins face and dabbing away. "You okay now ?" He asked hoarsely.

He smiled briefly, scrunching the tissues into a ball and discarding them. He pulled off his trousers and pants and climbed into the shower. How much soap would it take to get the snot off ? he wondered, turning the shower on and moving his neck to the side so it would click. Jimin has completely forgotten Jin is in the same room as him because he really loves showers.