You’ve talked about how Jean Loo is after he gets into fights, and how he’s a lot more shaken up post-realization… How do you think he’ll react if MC were to be the one thats beaten up whether infront of him or the he sees the aftermarh,, (AND IF IT WAS FOR JEAN LOO 😭😭😭 like they take the punch for him/defend him and had to get involved💔💔💔)
omg anon ur so smart hoooolllyyy shit
I assume this is moreso for his post!realisation so I’ll talk about that too but it’s Jean Loo so I’m including his pre!realisation reaction as well HAHAHA
Did i get carried away with this? Yes. Absolutely but shhhhh let me have this.
── .✦ Jean Loo x GN!reader
Summary: Jean Loo watches you take a hit for him. Includes both Pre and Post realisation reactions.
— Jean Loo is used to getting hit. Okay, maybe not hit always? but he is aware he can be a shit head and so when he sees a fist coming his way he just accepts his fate. “Ah merde, here we go again”
— So he doesn’t expect you, the homeowner, to intervene
— Shocked is an understatement. “You *idiote*” he yells at you, a hand on your shoulder keeping you steady and is that a flash of concern on his face or did they hit your eye really hard?
— Regardless it only last a second before he’s on the move
— Because of the nature of the house, I assume Jean Loo would be held back from hitting whoever hit you back (assuming it’s one of the other objects) and maybe he does get a hit in before he’s held back
— But regardless, he’s yelling profanities after profanities
— And they’re all in French. He’s so mad he can’t even think straight to speak English and it probably frustrates him more when ppl can’t understand him
— “Espèce d'abruti, tu ne sais pas frapper droit?” “Quoi ? Tu ne comprends pas onu tu as besoin d'une autre chance pour y arriver, idiot?!”
— He’s all red in the face by the time you can collect yourself and get his attention, “Jean Loo it’s okay, I’m ok—“ “Okay? You are *not* okay”
— And suddenly his attention is on you again “Eat shit asshole” he tells them one last time before he looks at you that look again. Concern, and maybe something else?”
— “bon sang…Let’s go” and he has his arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him and guiding you downstairs and he’s surprisingly quiet muttering to himself
— “what are you saying?” “huh?” “you’re saying smthing” “he is not saying anything. Shut up”
— Then your downstairs and he burst into the bathroom “FARYA” “Coming— oh”
— He has you sitting on the toilet instantly and yammering to Farya, “Stupid got hit go fix them—“ “Well ofcourse! The doctor is on it”
— Unfortunately he can’t stop hovering over her shoulder as Farya examines you
— “Oh! Jean Loo can you get me ice from Freddy it’s too reduce the swe—“ “Oui”
— It’s to get him out of there do Farya can actually work on you but the speed he leaves to get on his pseudo-mission is alarming
— “Wow, he didn’t even argue with me”
— When he comes back he returns to hovering. The whole time he has the deepest frown on his face
— He *insists* he help you up to his room, “And what will happen if you trip and hit your head on the stairs” “Jean Loo I’ve walked up these stairs a million—“ “And you want hitting your head on them to one of those times? Non!”
— Even when he does get you back to your bedroom he still hasn’t left. That pout still on his lips
— Like even when the bathroom is right there he’s just hovering at the foot of your bed, pacing, arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrows furrowed
— “…do you want water?” “What?” “He said, do you want water. What did you get hit in the ear too?”
— He’s being insulting but it’s so obvious there’s no heat in his words. Not in the way he looks at you with such an obvious look of guilt and sadness in his eyes, that he just keeps looking at your bandaged up wound
— “Jean Loo seriously, I’m fi—“ “Don’t ever do that again”
— Will he ever let you finish a full sentence?
— “Promise him that you will never do something so stupid again” “…well I mean that depends if you plan on rage—“ “He is serious!”
— And you will bicker with him until you finally give him that “yes” coz he will refuse to leave until he gets it no matter how late is already is
— You don’t realise you even fell asleep until your awoken by a wad of paper on your chest and Jean Loo’s smug face appearing in your view
— “Well go on, read it. You only got hit in one eye there is no excuse to not read his excellency”
— Yeah, he wrote a whole diss track against the other person just for you
— “Jean Loo you are going to get hit for this” “They have it coming!” “Jean Loo no—“
— He will be stuck to you like glue for the next few days. Don’t even dare enter the bathroom unless you want to be shoved to Farya by him with him hovering
— And if he notices you bleeding just a bit? He will rip a tear of TP from his wrist to dab it up “You need to go to Farya right now” “It’s fine—“ “Non”
— And maybe a week later after the whole incident you’re hanging out together again. Laughing and crapping
— Then there’s a quiet moment and you catch him looking at your healing bruise. The smallest pout on his lips
— “…Je suis désolé” “Hmm what was that?” “He said he’s sorry you’re an idiot”
— Tho next time he decides to rile someone up he makes sure you’re not around LOL
— When you take the hit from him now, oh it’s much different
— There’s none of your friends to help you or him so he has no choice but to step in. But again, he’s shocked
— He’s trying hard to stay focus. He’s trained for this, was more than ready to take the hit but you saw him tense up, the unfamiliar fear in his eyes that pushed you to step in for him.
— He’s mostly dodging/blocking attacks rather than throwing them. The one time he does get hit is because he turned to look at you for a second, just to make sure you’re okay, which was enough for his opponents to land one on him. Right against his jaw
— And without his porcelain durability it hurts waaaay more than it did back in the house
— And if I say rather than focus on the stinging on his jaw that he instead focuses on your pain? That if is what he’s feeling then you have to be just in much pain
— It isn’t like he gains super strength or anything, but a mixture of guilt and frustration gives him enough willpower, despite his previous hesitancy, to throw one more punch despite how ill advised it is
— He’s not stupid to continue after that. Jaw and knuckles sore he turns to you, “Let’s go” not without throwing a nasty glare to your opposition as you somehow manage to get away.
— He’ll refuse to go to the doctors/emergency room “Nononon, he has a first aid kit back at home” “but—“ “you must’ve hit your head and not heard him. No doctors”
— The car ride to his place is tense. He’s gripping the car wheel too tight and you have to remind him not to speed, “He can afford a fine” “Jean Loo no”
— He’s not saying much. Letting the radio do it things but you occasionally catch eachother’s eye. Whether it be from the sides or the mirror.
— Everytime you do you can see the guilt in his face and how blatant it is, as well as his own bruises forming
— “You okay?” “…Yeah, he will be”
— There’s both a sense of urgency and care when he brings you from his car to his place. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, wincing when you bump into him and frowning when you pause, but he catches himself. Pauses when he sees you flinch at your own pain and rubs a comforting hand on your arm when he notices.
— He makes no show of you in his apartment when you finally arrive, guiding you to his coach and handing you a bottle of water, “Just wait here” all whilst he’s still messed up himself.
— There’s not much care to himself. Only wetting a wash cloth and using it clean up the dried up blood before taking care of you
— “You took more hits than me. You should really—“ “Let me focus”
— Despite having mellowed out since the house, even you’re unsure if you’ve seen him so focused in the way he’s caring for you
— It’s almost embarrassing how intense his gaze is as he looks over your injuries
— But despite his eyes, his touch doesn’t match. When he goes to lift his hand to move your face so he can get a better angle of your injury his touch is barely there. Acting as if you’re fragile, like he isn’t allowed to touch and only giving himself the faintest of chances of doing so.
— Regardless, his work on you is clean and effective. He wasn’t lying. He really does know first aid and it’s evident. Your pain is still there but the bandages he’s used to help makes it feel better than before
— And then you realise how close he got to help you out. That despite him touching you, barely, this whole time somehow looking him eye to eye feels a lot more intimate
— Ofc the moment is ruined when you remember that he’s still injured himself
— “Oh shit you’re still hurt” “Ah—“ “Let me help—“
— But when you go to touch him he flinches. Moves back and his cool mask slips into a second of fear and it feels bad
— He hesitates. Looking at you then the first aid kit but then when you try again, placing your hand gently in his to pull him back down he doesn’t stop you
— You can feel the tremble in his hand when you hold him against you, pulling him closer so you can mimic his earlier movements. Holding back too say smthing when you see that his whole body is trembling and how he’s holding his breath everytime you apply rubbing alcohol on his wounds
— “Merde, that hurts” “I know, I’m sorry, it’ll only be for—” “Non, d-don’t apologise”
— With him being the patient now there’s no excuse for him to not focus on the entirety of the situation. And you can feel the way the guilt is eating at him. He won’t even look at you in the eye despite being so close. Always looking down or elsewhere
— “I wanted too you know?” “What?” “To take the hit. I’m still sturdy myself you know?”
— You lean down to meet his face, try to give him that reassuring smile. Squeeze his hand and he has no choice but to look at you momentarily, a blush creeping on his face before scoffing
— “There is nothing sturdy about the bandages on your head”
— But he relaxes after that. Still doesn’t quite meet your eye but he relaxes just a bit as you do your final touch ups
— If you drink or smoke he’ll offer one to you afterwards. If not he’ll do it himself, going closer to his window too look out as the city as you two sit in a comfortable silence, letting your body’s relax
— “He can handle himself you know?” He whispers, breaking the silence and he glances at you, capturing your gaze, “He is not a coward”
— “Neither am I” You don’t hesitate to tell him and he doesn’t look away
— “…I know you aren’t” First person pronouns!!! I to show that *he* knows you aren’t “But he still does not want to see you get hurt”
— Because now that he’s human he understands what type of pain you face now. That he’s only experienced this pain for a small percentage of his new human life and it scares him, but this has always been your reality
— Even now it’s hard for him to understand why you took this hit for him when it hurts him so much. Why would you get hurt for him? A failure? Yet you do so with a smile. Caring for him
— He doesn’t understand but you give him no choice with your care and kindness
— So he insists you stay the night. “Who will call the ambulance if you pass out?” “Dude, you took more hits than I did. I’ll be fine” “…He still insist you stay here”
— He even makes you take his bed and he takes his couch. He stubbornly sits himself on the couch, refusing to move if you try to resist his offer, “His house, his rules” >:(
— In the morning he again insist he drives you home, but not without taking a detour to your nearest pharmacy to get you medical supplies and lecturing you about how to use each one
— Even if you do know he’ll still say it. “You are not above learning new things”
— You leave with a bag full of medical supplies and a satisfied Jean Loo
— When he drops you home he walks you to your door and he even lingers a bit, coming in and you two chat like nothing happens. Tho he still makes glances at your bandages and even occasional brushing his hand against your bandages tutting
— After that he texts you each day to check up on you. Demanding pictures to see how your wounds are healing. You make him do the same much to his dismay. Bickering and facetiming eachother during your respective lunch breaks
— He’s more cautious when you two hang out after wards. Holding his tounge when he wants to insult someone. Looking around to make sure there are no angry clients around you both
— He really meant it when he said he doesn’t want to see you hurt. Doesn’t want to be the cause of your pain
— It would take a lot of reassurance afterwards to help him ease up. Even after weeks he’ll feel guilty even if it was your choice but despite what he says and feels, he appreciates the gesture more than he wants to let on
— And maybe, maybe it helps him feel a bit less scared about being human. That one day he can be like you. Take the pain that comes with being a real person and he can live with that.
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