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“i need,” his breath catches, it’s a small hitch that no one but him would notice. he breathes, gathers his bearings before speaking again. “i need everyone to calm down okay?” it’s quiet enough in the salon that as low as he speaks everyone can hear him. everyone’s eyes are on him too, well him and the male who’d stumbled into the shop. bloodied, charging, before he hit the floor. dripping blood and dropping to the floor.
dae was on the man in an instant, covering him from the sight of the customers, knowing his co-workers would do their best to calm them. soft words and softer whimpers from wounded and onlooker alike. all he knew is he had to search for the wound before red covered the salon floor. it would streak, paint and steal life in seconds and that’s all he had. he searched and searched and searched, hands delicate but quick. when he finds the gash he knows the handiwork, sees red and flesh disfigured around a tattoo and suddenly knows what’s going on.
“get everyone into the back, don’t let anyone call the cops.” they’re not safe with him here.
it was quite the spectacle for a Wednesday morning, and daewon couldn’t remember that last time he’d seen someone bloodied like this. he reacted relatively well, as opposed to the gasps and yells of the few customers they had. wednesdays weren't that busy so he was grateful. he could think, he could move.
"i gotta stop the bleeding,” that’s more to himself, hoping, thinking everyone is already huddled in a corner. his apron and button down is off when he realizes he’ll need help securing it. “i need help making a tourniquet.” that’s more to someone, anyone. one of his co-workers hopefully, just someone not as squeamish as the average bystander. blood starts coating his hands as he turns to get access to the knife wound.
