He doesn’t exactly want her to see him like this, but if he truly wished to avoid this situation, he wouldn’t have given her a KEY to his apartment. He’s sitting in the living area of the apartment, shirt in a blood-soaked pile upon the floor, hands also covered in sanguine, along with the couple of tools and the first aid kit strewn across the table. Really, this isn’t anything new for him, and sure it hurts like a FUCKING BITCH, but at most his face will scrunch & the male will make a noise resembling a G R U N T. He’s using tweezers, but some medical ones he’s stolen from a hospital at some point, to try & pry that bullet from his side. He’s managing to do a fairly good job, & it’s nearly out as he hears the lock of the door click. He doesn’t move to hide anything, more because he can’t than him not wanting to. Yoongi would very much like to hide it all, just so he doesn’t worry Hyeon, but it’s a tad bit LATE for that. Eyes still focus on pulling the bullet out, & a few grunts later he’s managed to pull it from his skin, dropping it onto the table and l e a n i n g back for a while.
“Hey, Hyeon.” His voice is slightly hoarse, though still sounds incredibly calm considering his current situation. “Don’t worry ‘bout all this. Bad deal, but nothin’ major.” Words C O N T R A D I C T the scene before her eyes, no doubt, but he truly believes this is ‘just another day at the office’, & frankly, for him, it IS just that. He doesn’t say another word before picking up an old towel & pressing it against the wound. He’ll go shower soon, or clean it, or something. His lapsed attitude to bandaging probably doesn’t reassure Hyeon whatsoever, but for some reason the drug dealer has it set in his mind that people will see bullet wounds the way HE does. Head tilts slightly as he turns to see her, “What’s up?” As though it isn’t O B V I O U S, as though he’s merely watching tv with a beer in his hand, but it’s rather typical of the man when he’s wounded to practically ignore the puncture in his side.
nobody likes being caught with their pants down, let alone being wounded, but it seems in all the time hyeon has known yoongi she's found him with his symobilic pants down ( as well as literally ) in the form of wounds scattered about his beautifully pale visage. sometimes she didn't know how he did it --- let himself be seen with these inflictions but then again, hyeon had found that yoongi was one of the bravest people she's ever met. it was high time that she stopped being so surprised by him because at this point he had made it clear that there was nothing that he wasn't capable of doing. in her eyes he was one of greatest marvels of the world and deserved to be treated as such, which explains her behavior when in his presence. it explains why she frets over the tiniest things ( because in his opinion bullet wounds were tiny ) to the extremes. it explains why her mouth all but falls open as the front door to his place opens and his frame is draped along the couch with sanguine pooling between fingers. her own digits itch to soothe any pain he might be experiencing almost immediately, so she hurriedly shuts the door behind her before she's shuffling over to him almost lazily to try and hide the fact that there was a sense of urgency behind her movements.
hazel hues are locked onto the blood that dots and pools along his skin and it's fucking wrong but her mouth waters, his voice like a muffled background barely reaching into her focus but just enough to pull her out of the intense gaze. ❝ yoongi --- hey, um ... ❞ the lump in her throat only seems to build up the more he speaks to reassure her that it's not as bad as it looks but it really wasn't her fault that she was such a worrier. give her somebody to care about and that's all she'll find herself doing. nails dig into her palm for whatever reason that she couldn't quite understand ; anger for the fact that somebody hurt him ? picture this ∶ hyeon the vengeful, a serious crime fighter who ran around at night in fucking spandex. she wished she could make whomever did this to him PAY but knowing yoongi he had already taken care of it, besides, what exactly could she do ? committing acts of violence were against her moral code but the blood in her own system is boiling just at the sight ! how funny it was that just one person can change so much about yourself. ❝ you made them pay right ? ❞ she's still standing rigidly in place, hands at her sides with fists curled tightly as if ready to strike out but her voice is tight, vocal cords straining to keep herself from lashing out. ❝ i know you must have but i want to hear it --- need to hear it, actually. ❞
