@vndict said:
despite the fact that jae heon is a grown man, sang wook treats carrying him on his back as though it is nothing. just a few minutes ago, he was running down one of the upper floor's hallway, knocking their pre-placed traps to distract the monster behind them ; an ugly thing with only the upper half of the body, but four arms. it had stay low to the ground, and because of that, had caught them both unaware. now, he is walking, having lost sight of it a few turns ago. he thinks one of the traps worked, but he can't be sure. sang wook slows once he gets to a familiar room, and stops. ''hold on tighter.'' he instructs, moments before letting go of jae heon's leg to input the code on his front door. it swings open easily, and he slips them both inside. sang wook's room is largely impersonal, as though he didn't intend to stay long. ''we can rest here.'' so, he crosses to the near couch and turns, kneels, to carefully move jae heon onto it. then, he wastes no time in disappearing into the bathroom for a first aid kit.
❝ you’re very strong, ❞ jae heon says, mildly delirious. forehead bowed against sang wook’s shoulder, he laughs quietly, despite the dizziness. he knows not to close his eyes long, not to put sang wook’s risk in saving him to waste. he feels acutely where monster had sliced into his side, tripped up his footwork and threw him with not-inconsiderable strength into the crumbling drywall. warm line of blood slips down his forehead from the impact, making him blink back the nauseous spin of the hallways sang wook carries them through.
when he next opens his eyes, it is to obey instruction, as sang wook punches in the code for an apartment. dim room, or dim vision, he wonders. and absently, he notes its emptiness, its lack of personal touch; as though just moved into — not yet unpacked. but by the suitcase sitting near the door... he felt he understood something new about sang wook, just then. and there’s a distant thought, reminder, that once, he had occupied a space not so terribly different.
sang wook deposits him with surprising care on the couch — one of a sparse few fixtures in the space, and his brows furrow with discomfort as injury is disturbed. ❝ … i’ll get blood on this, ❞ he sighs, but is in no real state to argue. lilts head back, first to focus on the ceiling with a dazed look. sang wook is gone from his side, now — and he dares to look down, lifting hand from the bloody stain in his shirt. when companion re-emerges from the bathroom, jae heon offers him a faint, tired smile; ❝ ah, this is your place. it’s very... efficient. ❞