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➤ ynseyeon ( + source ) - ( status: not accepting )
♟: Patching up a wound.
Hana doesn’t enjoy going to anyone for a lending hand. Feeling more of a burden than a friend in need. There are small cuts over the length of her arm, when scraping herself along the gray pavement when she was getting off of work. A sigh emits out of her lips, meeting eye to eye with the other woman who observed the cuts that were freshly made not too long ago. Knowing that due to the blood that seeps through the injuries that were placed along her forearm. Seyeon doesn’t know how to approach it, figuring that the other woman was quite intimidating therefore it takes a while to approach it without her barking harsh remarks.
❝Can I?❞ The words emitting out of her lips, feeling timid due to how uncertain she was of Hana’s reaction to the offering. The brunette peers over at the other, doll-like features were completely observed with a sharp eye and there’s a tiny sigh that falls out of her mouth. If she were to decline, there would be a repetitive notion of asking repeatedly until she receives the answer she truly wanted. Her arm was extended out, the towel that was asked for not too long ago was tucked under so it could collect the blood to coat the cotton material in red. Hana doesn’t bother to speak another word to her, an indication of hurrying up to let this process be swift and she can leave immediately.
The large roll of bandages that was in her dainty hands, she ripped the edge of it in order to press it around her tiny wrist. Teeth sinking into the plump area of her lower lip in concentration. The pain wounded with the thick piece of material steadily slow, letting it coil around and she’s peering over at the ex-musician for any reaction. If there was any discomfort or wincing that occurred and the room is filled with nothing but silence at this point. Seyeon’s nervousness is evident around how shaky her grasp tends to be and Hana sighs at the sight. ❝Relax.❞ Informing the woman who was willing to patch up the injury for her, she nods in response to her remark. Shoulders loosened instead of it being straightened and she continued on without feeling uneasy.
Once it was completed, Hana withdraws her arm in order to bend it a few times to see if it was secure in place. Bandages pierced into her skin that causes her teeth to grit together at the pressure only to let it fade, pain is an emotion. Emotions are temporary. Her head inclines, noticing the stains of blood on Seyeon’s hands when cleaning her injury up. There’s a bowl, containing lukewarm water that was sitting on the table along with two extra hand towels that was neatly folded. To be safe just in case there was any deeper wounds that needed to be cleaned. Hana reaches for one, swiping it over the top layer of liquids to moisten it before she holds it out for the other. ❝Here, clean that up. Looks like ya’ committed murder.❞
Seyeon can feel her body tensing at the sarcastic joke, snatching the possession within her own grasp to wipe away the crimson stains off of her palms. ❝It’s not funny.❞ Managing to mumble out when she hears a small echo of one’s laughter hitting the walls of the room they were currently in. Shooting a quick glare at the brunette who’s lips painted an obvious Cheshire grin only to lean back with content at the reaction, the predictable one, right in her perspective. ❝Yea’, well thanks.❞ Hana adds on last minute after the latter spoke up. Her head tilting to look elsewhere. It’s not often she shows appreciation, they both know this but to receive a simple sign of gratitude means the world to her.
