elmoonsik:
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“wake the hell up.” with a simple raise of his hand, a cooling splash of water finding it’s way to taehyung’s peacefully resting face. it was almost laughable, how he seemed so harmless sleeping like this. that couldn’t have been farther from the truth, as moon has come to know. “i don’t have the time to baby you again tonight. how bad is the damage?”
tae was sleeping very pleasantly before he was rudely awoken by none other than his healer, gasping at the water that was slung at his face. he sits up quickly, spluttering and swearing, flicking the water on his fingertips back at moon while the rest rose off of him as steam. “what the fuck. i was sleeping peacefully, why did you wake me up like that? a gentle nudge would have been enough. i’m already going to die after tonight’s match.”
he glares at the other male, but he’s the perfect picture of a mess. his hair is ruffled, his headband had fallen off in his sleep, there are bruises purpling over his legs and arms, and a scratch along his cheek. tae had been focused down tonight, losing the match and unfortunately pushing him into a bad mood. “probably one of the worst ones yet. people are really testing the boundaries between legal shots and fouls lately. fuck them. there’s a lot of bruises though, and i swear to god the next time i see any of them i’m going to ruin them--”
cutting himself off with a huff, he glances at moonsik’s unimpressed look and settles down, not wanting to burn his room to ash. “are you going to help me or what?”
