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dami would have been protective of jiwon even if she didn't know him, even if her son didn't talk about him constantly. he's a bit of a pathetic figure before her, bare feet and cold red fingers and a bruise blooming dark on his cheek. she'd kicked the troublemakers out of the bar to keep everyone safe, only to put jiwon directly in harm's way.
"several days," she says softly, tilting his head this way and that. "it'll get worse before it gets better. looks like it won't be as big as i thought it might, though." satisfied, she turns to the bag of ice chips she'd wrapped in a clean bar towel. "here. hold this against your cheek to keep the swelling down." a regular hesitantly calls from the other end of the bar to close out his check, pulling dami away. but when she returns, there's a gentle smile on her face. "want me to call wooyung, sweetheart? i've got almost two hours before i can take you home. once he's awake, he can get here in fifteen minutes."











