( closed starter for @itoshiis )
taking care of takeshi’s wounds has become such a consistent part of his life that when he receives his text he’s already grabbing his kit from underneath his bed. no emotion really courses through him, at least not as it used to. he grew out of being constantly paranoid that his best friend would really hurt himself, he still worries, of course he does, but he’s not going to let it dictate his emotions as it once did. takeshi is a big boy, jeongmin would hope he knows what he’s doing. he slipped his boots on, grabbing his keys from the table beside the door, locking behind him unsure if haeju was in or not, and quickly making his way towards the elevator. a trip to the second floor didn’t take long, jeongmin staring at the numbers above the sliding doors as he wondered what sort of mishap his best friend got in this time. hoisting the kit underneath his arm, min slipped through the doors once they opened and without even looking made it to takeshi’s door in no time, his knuckles quickly coming up to knock three times before stepping back. wondering if takeshi was alone tonight, jeongmin not in the mood to make small talk with anyone that isn’t who he’s here for.