Do No Harm

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“I came bearing gifts.” Kiyoung rolled his half-dead fellow Hydrus through the window, rubbing his aching arms before following the same path in.

Such was their routine. Whenever a mission went wrong and someone wind up nearly dead, Kiyoung would drag them to this clinic. The reason? Because Dr. Lee was tight lipped and skilled. Under normal circumstances, Kiyoung would try to scurry the kind man away from the chaos, but their conversations so far suggested it wouldn’t work. Like him, Hyunwoo (@mixhyunwoo) was stubborn and if he didn’t want to abandon this clinic and start a life elsewhere, then nobody could make him.

“Don’t worry about me - I am not hurt.” He held up both of his hands and spun around to show he was speaking the truth. “Although at this point, I might need to consider stabbing myself. Rumour has it that I am too lucky and I really don’t want the boss to start thinking I am not working hard enough.” He was joking, for the most part. It wasn’t like Kiyoung was a hitman and as a hacker, he had the right to hide under a desk whenever blood start flowing. What else was he supposed to do? Smack people with his laptop?

It’s how Hyunwoo found himself doing an inventory check on a Friday night, sending his assistant home early just so he had something to occupy his time with.  Making his way to the next exam room, Hyunwoo startled at the sight of the two bloody men in front of him before rushing straight towards them.

“I feel I should be concerned by how often you drop by covered in someone else’s blood, Hunter,” he tsked, choosing not to say anything about Hunter’s rough handling of his patient as the other thug slumped to the floor. 

Instead, he listened on as Hyunter explained the situation, grabbing a pair of gloves from a nearby medical cart before tossing a pair at Hunter.

“C’mon, help me get him off the floor.  I’m not about to have him die of a staph infection of all things,” he groused, already hooking his hands underneath the unconscious man’s arms and lifting him up slightly.

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t’s dark when Jongsuk arrives at the doctor’s clinic. 

That in itself is unextraordinary. He’s never set foot within this clinic during daylight hours, as a matter of fact. Whether intentional or not, Jongsuk only ever finds himself slipping through the busted back window of the clinic under the safety of darkness. The first time, it was in order to shake a couple of Lynx lackies from his tail after a job went sideways and left him injured and separate from the rest of his squad. The second meeting was not unlike the first. 

This time, he seeks out the doctor in an attempt to even the scores between them. Lee Hyunwoo has saved Jongsuk’s skin too many times for him to ignore the weight of the debt any longer. The explosion at the gala was the final straw to tip the proverbial scales between them– each other time the doctor intervened on Jongsuk’s behalf, it was under duress. The gala was different, though. There had been no weapon in Jongsuk’s grip at the gala, no threats on the tip of his tongue daring the doctor to walk away from him. In the midst of pure chaos, Hyunwoo somehow found his way to his side once more. 

And it was thanks to the doctor’s actions that one of Jongsuk’s own made it out of that gala alive. 

Unable to ignore the life debt any longer, Jongsuk finds himself standing in the narrow alley behind the clinic once more, casting a furtive glance around to ensure no eyes are on him before he steps onto an old crate and reaches for the window with the broken lock. 

He’s surprised to find the window already pushed wide open.

Jongsuk’s eyes narrow. 

The doctor is careless, but not so careless as to leave a ground level window open in a neighborhood like this one. Lynx thugs prowl the area like they own the place, and junkies and thieves alike wouldn’t pass up a chance to clean out medical supplies kept locked away in the clinic’s pantry. 

Better... but not by much.

Yet for the first time in his life, Hyunwoo found that he was barely sleeping - wasting his nights away as he simply stared up at his ceiling.  And sadly, it was through no one’s fault but his own.  

He wasn’t stupid.  From the moment he’d moved back to Yeongi City, he’d known just how much his old neighborhood had changed.  As if the graffiti that shone starkly against the walls of all the buildings wasn’t enough of a hint, he also now had to contend with the thugs that lingered around every corner as if they owned the streets.

Which if he wasn’t so stubborn to admit, he’d know was true.

It’s why he found himself in this situation, his baseball bat resting within arm’s reach against his bedside table as he squirmed on his own bed.  Each little noise had his eyes flying open and as much as he told himself that he was just being paranoid, that it was just his cat trying to drive him mental and not some thugs breaking into his clinic again.

Except as much as he teased his cat about her fluff he was positive that she wasn’t heavy enough for the stairs to creak under her weight.  Slipping out of bed as quietly as he could, he grabbed his bat, hands already clammy as he made his way to his staircase.  Without any real plan as he saw a shadow move by the food of the staircase, he swallowed thickly before taking the first step, keeping as close to the wall as he could as he raised his bat.

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You’re lucky that I think baby giraffes are cute,” he shot back even as his lips twitched into a smile of his own, not at all missing Romeo’s teasing tone, “otherwise I’d be incredibly offended right now.”   Which was a lie considering Hyunwoo had made peace with his own clumsiness years ago but that wasn’t something Romeo needed to know.

Especially as the other man took it upon himself to help steady Hyunwoo despite the fact it looked like he needed to be lying down.  It’s why he found himself at a loss when Romeo asked him how he was doing, staring at him in astonishment as he watched a rivulet of blood run down his wrist.

“I think I can decide for myself whe-,” he began to retort only to be cut off as he heard his name being called, turning in surprise as he caught sight of Momo trying to flag him down. 

“Lee Hyunwoo!  Get your ass over here and help me,” the paramedic yelled as she frantically applied pressure to what remained of a party goer’s chest cavity.  Whatever reprimand he had died on the tip of his tongue as he scrambled to his feet.

“Don’t think this proves anything,” he said, pinning Romeo with a glance as he grabbed for his supplies.

“You still have a concussion so you better have your medic check you out and clean out your hands before you give yourself an infection,” he added quickly as he heard Momo call for him again.

“And stop by the clinic one of these days for a checkup!,” he threw out over his shoulder, already jogging towards his next patient.

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Hyunwoo wasn’t much of a betting man but even he knew he’d probably fucked up his chances of getting the other man to help after he’d gone and told him off.  But Hyunwoo’s patience was always in limited supply - especially in emergency situations where there was no room for waffling.

So the younger man was either in or out and Hyunwoo wasn’t going to stick around and wait for an answer.  But that didn’t mean he didn’t let out a small sigh of relief when the cop followed after him, hissing another warning as he joined him behind the counter.  Yet that was all the acknowledgment Hyunwoo could spare for the other as he dropped to his knees next to the cashier.

“Shh, shhhh,” he breathed out, trying to calm the teen down as best he could as the cashier tried to call out for help in between choked wheezes.  He was honestly surprised that the boy was still conscious, watching as his tears joined the puddle of blood steadily growing all around him.

“My name’s Hyunwoo and I’m a doctor, okay?  And my friend back there,” he said, canting his head to the side, “he’s a cop and he’s gonna help you get through this.”

It was a promise that he knew better than to make, especially in a situation in which his own safety wasn’t guaranteed but the small nod the teen somehow managed to give him told Hyunwoo that was exactly what the other needed to hear.

“Now let me see what we’re dealing with,” he continued as he moved to unclasp the teen’s hands from where he was pressing down on the still bleeding wound. 

He’d already been expecting the gaping wound to the cashier’s - Sejoon as his nametag so helpfully supplied - chest but as he felt around towards his back, he frowned to himself as he realized that there was no exit wound.  But given their current situation, there was nothing Hyunwoo could do about that particular problem.

Instead, he moved the teen so that he was laying flat on his back again, ordering him to keep applying pressure to the wound as he looked around the counter to see what he could use to treat his chest wound.  He was completely unsurprised at the lack of a first aid kit but his eyes immediately lit up as he spotted a bottle of hand sanitizer and a box of tissues.

“Yo, copper, do you have a credit card or a library card that I can borrow?,” he asked, tone more urgent than before as he turned to push the hand sanitizer and tissues towards the surprised officer.

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For a brief moment, Hyunwoo felt the beginnings of hope well up inside him as the younger man flashed him his badge… only for that small bubble to immediately burst at the man’s next statement.

‘Not an officer.’

Because of course he wasn’t a cop.  Hyunwoo didn’t even bother hiding his disappointment, letting his head fall back in disbelief as he closed his eyes.  He wasn’t sure what the other even meant considering he was holding an MPD badge but Hyunwoo assumed he didn’t have a gun on him or any other practical take down the robbers equipment.

But Hyunwoo refused to dwell on this unwelcome news for too long, knowing he had bigger things to worry about - especially as the not-cop started talking about self defense.  If he were being honest, he was more comforted by the fact that the not-cop had already called this in rather than his little speech about defending themselves.

No amount of self defense classes was going to keep them safe against the robbers’ guns especially with what Hyunwoo had in mind.

“Yes, I know it’s dangerous,” he whispered right back, feeling some of his own frustration creep back up as the other man pulled away from him.

Hyunwoo knew that he was asking a lot; afterall, he was asking the other man to take an even greater risk - jeopardizing his life even more when he could be planning his escape instead.  But something about the other man's response rankled Hyunwoo and it was only partly due to the fact that he was a member of the MPD.

Because cop or no cop, Hyunwoo couldn’t stand the callousness that the younger man was displaying towards the dying cashier and whatever gratitude he felt for the other was quickly starting to evaporate.

“I’m a doctor, okay?  I know what I’m doing and I know that I can save that man’s life,” he snapped right back, letting go off his jacket sleeve without a fight as the not-cop pulled away.   

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Hyunwoo doesn’t know much about Romeo’s life - something which is, of course, entirely the mobster’s doing.  In fact, Hyunwoo could count the number of things he does know about the other man on one hand and that already small list didn’t even include Romeo’s real name.

And, for the most part, that was okay.  From what he did know, it was obvious that Hyunwoo shouldn’t involve himself with Romeo any more than he already had.  He’s dangerous - something he’d been aware of since night one when Hyunwoo walked into his own clinic, baseball bat in hand, and found himself staring down the barrel of the gangster’s gun.

And yet… there’s moments where Hyunwoo wants to throw caution to the wind and press closer - to see what it is that’s driving Romeo so exhaustingly forward.  Because, plainly speaking, Hyunwoo doesn’t understand the other man and that bothers him much more than it should.  Especially during those moments where he thinks he’s caught sight of something - something to explain what the mobster is really after despite all the pain and suffering it’s clearly causing him.

But it’s almost as if Romeo caught on to those same little moments that Hyunwoo was already overanalyzing and firmly slammed the door closed on them before Hyunwoo could muster up the courage to ask anything else.

‘Matters of my own that need attending to’ and if that wasn’t a more clear cut dismissal then he didn’t know what was.  But, as he’d learned these past few months, the easiest way to deal with Romeo’s dismissals was to just ignore them. 

And he had no shame in admitting that all of Romeo’s injuries gave him a bit of an unfair advantage.

“I think you can spare me a few more minutes,” he countered as he began to close the wound, pressing the edges of the torn skin together as he applied the first of the butterfly strips, “especially since I know that won’t take me up on my offer for a ride to Myeongcho Hospital.”

That knowledge prickled, knowing that he would allow Romeo to leave despite not providing him with the fullest of care and he couldn’t stop the small frown that graced his features.

“At least promise me that you’ll stop by the clinic today or I guess to-...,” and before he could even finish that sentence, Hyunwoo found himself flailing as he fell face first against Romeo’s chest, completely caught off guard by the man’s sudden action.

He didn’t even notice the sting of the gravel against his gloved hand as he looked up wildly to stare up at Romeo, a question on the tip of his tongue that was immediately answered as another paramedic blew past them, barely missing them where they lay.

“You know, it’s sorta unfair that you’re still somehow more coordinated than me even while sporting a head injury,” he finally managed, looking away from the paramedic as Romeo spoke.

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The second the gun went off, Hyunwoo had the overwhelming urge to run.  It didn’t matter that some part of his brain realized that running would be the equivalent of a death sentence once the robbers caught sight of him.  For a split second, his body lurched forward – almost as if the air had been punched out of him – and Hyunwoo didn’t even know if he was trying to run towards the robbers and the poor cashier or if he was trying to run away.

Not that it really mattered because with the way his knees were shaking, he didn’t think he could get very far either way.

He barely managed a nod when his fellow hostage asked if the cashier had been shot – far too engrossed with trying to catch some whimper or groan that told him whether or not the cashier was still alive.  Otherwise, he wouldn’t have missed the moment the younger man shot off a text, only catching sight of his phone when the other man pocketed it once again.

“I really hope that you have the cops on speed dial or something right now,” he muttered mostly to himself, not expecting a response as the other man stood up, suddenly brandishing a knife out of nowhere.

“What are you doing?,” he hissed softly, ignoring the other man’s orders to stay down as he furiously began to look around to make sure that the cost was clear.  

Now that the cashier was down, it looked like the robbers were taking what they could get from the other customers trapped inside - ordering them to hand over everything they had as they forced them to turn out their pockets.

It was only a matter of time before the robbers made it down to their aisle and before Hyunwoo could properly think over his own options, he was scrambling to his feet, furtively looking around one last time before grabbing hold of the younger man and tugging him along with him.

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Hyunwoo was no fool.  Despite being in what he hoped was a safer position now that he’d hidden himself in one of the aisles out of the robbers’ view, he was very much aware of the danger he still found himself in.  His life as well as everyone else’s was in the hands of the three robbers and he knew that at any given moment, any one of them could decide to escalate and make an example out of one of the hostages.

And he had a feeling that the same thoughts were bouncing around the younger man’s head if his curt nod was anything to go by.  Because that brief hum he gave Hyunwoo basically screamed ‘stop talking and don’t attract any attention over here!’ and he really couldn’t fault the other for that. So Hyunwoo promptly shut his trap, taking a moment to catch his breath as his eyes momentarily slipped close.

Not that his breathing techniques were of any help when instead of focusing on his own breathing, all Hyunwoo could focus on was the cashier’s soft whimpers that seemed to pitifully echo throughout the tiny store as he tried opening the cash box over and over again.

He was almost grateful that his companion chose to speak in that moment, drawing Hyunwoo’s focus away from his growing anxiety over each desperate plea he heard from the cashier.

“They haven’t,” he answered back just as softly, scooching closer to the other man so that his voice wouldn’t carry.

“Or at least not yet anyway,” he added, glancing at his companion as he wrapped an arm around his knees, “they were getting pretty rough with the cashier last I saw…”

And for the second time that day, Hyunwoo felt his heart stop when, as if on command, he heard a scuffle break out before one of the gunmen shoved a now crying cashier to the floor and the next thing everyone heard was the sound of a gun going off.

“We’re not leaving here fucking empty handed, you hear me?,”the leader of the trio yelled as he stomped away from the cash register, drowning out the sounds of the cashier’s raspy breaths.

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The second Hyunwoo hit the floor, he froze in place – still desperately clutching on to his pack of toilet paper as the crunch of broken glass underneath the robbers’ feet drowned out the sound of his own erratic heartbeat.

Hyunwoo was sadly no stranger to guns at this point in his life.  Since moving back to Yeongi City, he’d been threatened by gangsters enough times that the sight of a gun almost seemed like a regular day to day occurrence.  But it was one thing to be threatened by a gangster who was slowly bleeding out on his clinic floor and didn’t even have enough strength to lift up his gun and another thing entirely to be caught in the middle of a robbery.

Because of course that’s what this was – a robbery.

He almost snorted the moment one of the robbers yelled 'nobody move!,' – madly wondering what action flick he'd stolen that brilliant line from when his heart nearly jumped out of his chest as one of the robbers fired another warning shot into the air.

He didn’t know how far the robbers were willing to go, especially if things didn’t go their way and Hyunwoo didn’t mean to find out.  Not as he watched on in muted rage as one of the robbers hit the poor cashier – who couldn’t have been a day over sixteen – over the head with his gun.  But as he scanned the area around him, trying to look for an escape, his breath hitched as he realized in growing horror that he would be within one of the robber’s sights if the man turned slightly to his left.

But before the panic could really set in, he locked eyes with a young man who was furiously signalling for him to move.  Stealing one more furtive look the robbers’ way, Hyunwoo stealed himself before he started furiously crawling towards the younger man.

Nothing else mattered to him - not the terrified sobs that echoed through the store or the little flares of pain he felt from where the glass was embedding itself in his forearms.  All he cared about was putting as much distance between himself and the shooters as possible. 

“Oh thank god,” he breathed out as he reached the other man, pressing his forehead against the cool floor tile as his body sagged in relief now that he was out of the robbers’ view.

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