Joon-giâs eyes are still wide, even as the end of his gun is smoking with the bullet heâd just fired from it. ââŠI wouldnât say that.â
This was his fault for failing to notice the gun in time. This was his fault, and now Kasuga is hurt.
The shooter themselves has fallen over, caught in the head after their shooting of Kasuga gave their position away for Joon-gi to take. He concerns himself with disposing of the body later. More important is rushing Kasuga off the street, taking him into an alley where they can be hidden in shadow.
âWe have to stop the bleeding,â he says, taking Kasugaâs wrist in his fingers to firmly press his palm to the wound on his shoulder. âYouâre a strong man, Kasuga-san. Please keep your hand this way for as long as youâre able to.â
Because Joon-giâs unzipping his jacket to pull a roll of bandages tucked away in one of his inner pockets, ready for use.
Staring at the roll of bandages, Kasuga let out a short laugh followed by a soft âahhâ as he winced. It wasnât his first time being shot, but it was his first time actually being awake to feel the pain afterwards.Â
âYouâre always so prepared...â He said, moving his hand a bit to apply even more pressure. âWhat would I do without you?â
He was grateful he had someone like Joon-Gi by his side. He had always been there to take the hits, but the guy had a gun. Ichiban couldnât let Han get shot even if it wouldnât be fatal. He didnât want to take the chance.
This wasnât something he wanted Han to beat himself over. Yet he knew the man was going to anyways. They knew each other in a way the rest of the party couldnât quite understand.
âIâm glad you are safe, Han...â Kasuga fought to keep his eyes open, focusing on the Joon-Giâs features and how soft his âsilvery ashâ hair looked. He wasnât gonna give up yet.