non-sexual acts of intimacy meme ( accepting !! ) for @mcximum
♟ patching up a wound // ♥ part one // ♜ part two
A nearly inaudible THUD resonates through the mostly empty hallway, it being nearly midnight at the Plath Academy for Troubled Teens. Most of this one corridor’s current inhabitants are just sleepy-eyed students who are willing themselves to walk the few steps to their rooms in order for them to not fall asleep on the cold concrete floor, and late-night prowlers who barely bat an eyelash at the boy LIMPING his way past them.
Min Jae scoffs. It’s not like he needed their help anyway.
So he continues his slow journey through the dim corridor, muttering under his breath about what little humanity is left in the world ( he SWEARS he doesn’t need their help though ), until his legs give out from under him just as he reaches the end of the hall. He lands on the concrete with a painful SMACK.
Fortunately for him, there’s a confused Lester Holt hovering over him as he looks up ( Oh what luck! Or did he intentionally pass through this particular door? ), the other peeking out from the nearest dorm room with a toothbrush hanging between his lips.
“Uh, hey?” Min Jae tries after a few moments of just staring at each other. He winces, attempting to peel himself off of the floor, but easily failing. “A little---ack---help, maybe?”
It’s not like he needed to ask anyway, because Lester’s quick to get back to his senses, strong arms wrapping around Min Jae’s comparatively smaller frame. He slings one of the latter’s arms around his broad shoulders, leading him into his shared dorm room and onto his MESSY excuse of a bed. He quickly excuses himself so he can go finish his brushing. Min Jae allows himself to fall back on the mattress with an exhausted GROAN.
Feeling the tiredness finally come over him, Min Jae releases a SIGH of finality, consciousness slowly slipping from him. But he rouses when he feels the bed dip, and he looks up to see Lester return with a first aid kit and a damp towel. “Y-ya...” He rasps, mind already half into Dreamland. “Ha...hajima. You don’t--you don’t have to do this. I’ll be fine, I just... I need to sleep this off.”
But Lester insists he needs immediate treatment, and he can’t just go to sleep with his everything all bruised and bloodied. He’ll feel worse in the morning, he says as he saturates a cotton ball with saline solution, gives Min Jae a warning look, before dabbing the cotton on one of the other’s biggest cuts.
“I swear you don’t---” Min Jae gets cut off by the material coming into contact with open flesh, a loud H I S S escaping through his teeth. He reflexively winces away from Lester, eyes scrunched shut at the incredible pain.
Okay, so maybe he’s not really fine. But asking help from others ( especially in situations like these ) shows a great sign of WEAKNESS. Besides, he barely knows this Lester guy ( except for the fact that he has the tendency to just make out with people he just met ).
Min Jae has no choice but to let Lester do his work. He discreetly PEERS up at the other, who’s too distracted applying bandage over Min Jae’s eyebrow bone to even notice the stare anyway. Min Jae studies him for a bit, a fascinated smile subconsciously forming on his bruised lips.
Huh, he thinks. Maybe this guy isn’t so weird.
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