[4:02am] you didn’t always stay up late when hongseok didn’t come home. he typically was out anywhere from 10pm to 7am, but that night, you just couldn’t sleep. maybe it had something to do with the energy drinks you had out of pure boredom, but you were still awake and sitting on the couch watching TV when the front door opened and slammed shut, followed by heavy footsteps dragging on the hardwood down the hall.
the footsteps paused before you heard hongseok sigh, “why are you still up?”
“couldn’t sl--” you stopped your sentence as you took in his disheveled appearance -- notably the way he was holding his arm with red soaking around the bicep of his white button-up shirt. “so...who patches up the medic when he gets hurt?”
despite your playful smirk, hongseok could see the worry in your eyes. he rarely ever came home injured, but he was also rarely ever sent out since he was their go-to to get fixed up when they were injured.
“his beautiful, wonderful, caring significant other,” he smiled his perfect smile at you despite the pain he was in.
you laughed softly, shaking your head. you knew if he was sent home, it wasn’t too serious. otherwise hui would’ve kept him at headquarters and sent someone over to the house to update you and keep you calm.
“come on,” you told him as you led the way to the bathroom down the hallway.
hongseok followed behind you. he seemed to have just bruised his knee which was why he was walking the way he was, but the biggest issue was the cut on his left bicep. he leaned against the sink while you got the first-aid kit and laid it out on the counter beside him.
“alright, first you have to clean the wound,” he instructed as he began to unbutton his shirt.
“i can clean around the fabric, y’know,” you pointed out.
he shrugged with a slight smirk, “yeah but where’s the fun in that?”
you were convinced that if hongseok were on the verge of death, he’d make his final words some way of flirting with you.
as he dropped his shirt to the floor, you grabbed a cotton pad and let your eyes scan over the supplies. for someone who was dating the medic of a mob, you really had no idea what anything was for.
“this,” he pointed to the bottle of distilled water, “is to clean wounds.”
"i thought peroxide was--”
“that’ll make it worse. plus it stings like a bitch.”
“aren’t you supposed to be a manly man who laughs in the face of pain?” you teased as you dampened the cotton pad with the water.
hongseok pouted, “don’t tease me when i’m hurt.”
“sorry, you big baby,” you giggled as you cleaned the wound. “i don’t have to stitch anything, do i? i don’t like needles.”
“ah, who’s the big baby now?” he chuckled, brushing your hair out of your face with his other hand before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “no, just a big bandage should be fine.”
after his cut was clean, you wrapped a bandage around his bicep a few times, though you huffed in annoyance on your third time around, “can you stop flexing, you weirdo?”
“i’m not!” he insisted with a laugh. “i just have big arms, okay?”
“hongseok, i know the difference.”
you finished wrapping up his arm, so you cut the bandage and taped it securely so it wouldn’t unravel. hongseok examined your work before smiling proudly at you.
“you’re a natural, baby! you get it from me.”
“considering you literally coached me through it,” you snorted, rolling your eyes. then you reached out for his hand and began leading him out of the bathroom. “okay, bedtime. that’ll help you heal faster or something.”
he laughed softly as he followed along with you, “yeah, something like that.”
the two of you made it to your shared bedroom, not bothering to turn the lights on as you made the straight shot from the door to your bed. you climbed in with hongseok getting in after you, both of you crawling under the covers.
“y’know, _____,” your boyfriend began, “cuddling speeds up the healing process.”
“no it doesn’t,” you scoffed. “i’m not dumb.”
“who’s the medic here?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.
“yeah, alright, doc,” you yawned, suddenly feeling much sleepier than you did a minute ago, “whatever you say.”
(kinda sorta for @dreamjunhui and @neverknewgrey2016)
