street smart
“cool” junmyeon says with a nod, he tugs the other man in the direction of his house and then let’s go, choosing to clutch at his side instead. Now that the adrenaline has worn of it’s starting to hurt like a bitch.
he takes a few more steps and then realizes that his medic kit is empty, and maybe his fridge as well.. he let’s a out and just stops. “fuck” junmyeon curses. he turns to the other male, apologetic smile on his face.
“i hope you don’t mind, but we gotta make a detour to the convenience store. gotta get some bandages…and maybe somemore food as well…”
Hoseok was caught off guard when the older man stopped suddenly, very nearly running into him. He blinked, confused, as he listened to the words coming out of Junmyeon's mouth. It took a moment for the words to sink in, the pain still throbbing in his stomach distracting him and slowing his reflexes. When the words finally hit, however, he said-- quite smartly might I add-- "Uuuuh, yeah. Sure. Ok." He half wondered why the man had invited him to his house if they had to stop by the store first but didn't care enough right then to pursue the thought. To be honest Hoseok's wasn't sure he could handle eating anything right then. Maybe he would feel better once he ate but he suspected he would more likely throw it up. That punch must have gotten him worse than he thought. He hoped it wasn't anything he would need to be hospitalized for. He couldn't exactly afford stuff like that.












