the sound of someone calling their name catches hoetaekâs attention, and they turn to find the source of it, recognising the voice. âhyunbin?â but no sooner had hoetaek located the werewolf in question then heâs shifting, jumping between hoetaek and the hunter. they hear the sound of the crossbow being fired, and the yelp of pain that escapes from hyunbin, but hyunbin immediately starts attacking, and hoetaek uses this opportunity to help the other student onto their feet and on their way. as soon as theyâre gone, hoetaek turns to find both the hunter and hyunbin on the ground. âshit, hyunbin.â hoetaek doesnât even register that the kid is naked, just the arrow thatâs sticking out of his side. they rush over, kneeling next to hyunbin to assess the damage. the arrowâs lodged pretty deep in there, itâs going to have to come out but itâs not going to be pretty. they reach into their bag and pull out some more of that moss, holding it ready in one hand as the other wraps around the arrow. âokay, take a deep breath in, this is going to hurt even worse, but I promise right after itâll start to get better,â they tell him, doing their best to keep their voice from shaking. âone.. two.. three.â on three, hoetaek pulls, hard, tugging the arrow clean out of the wound. blood immediately begins to pour out of the hole in hyunbinâs side and hoetaek quickly presses the moss to it. they keep one hand there, applying pressure, while the other dives into their bag again, pulling out a small bottle of light green liquid and handing it to hyunbin. âthisâll help,â they tell him before going back into their bag once more, this time for bandages. as they wrap the bandages around hyunbinâs waist, covering the wound and keeping the moss in place, the last few moments fully dawn on them, and they register exactly what happened, what hyunbin just did for them, and their gaze lifts to hyunbinâs face, awe in the expression. âhyunbin⌠you saved me. holy shit. I⌠I owe you one.â
he sees hoetaek and listens to them speak, nodding along, but whatâs about to happen doesnât register until they grasp the arrow in his side and pain shoots through his body. it only gets worse when itâs ripped out of him and he clamps his mouth shut, trying to keep the vocalizations of his pain as quiet as possible. he doesnât need to alert more hunters of their location; heâs not so sure he could fight them off in this state. he sees blood pour out of him and onto the forest floor and he thinks he may pass out, but he canât. he has to stay focused if he wants to recover and find his family. thereâs a bottle of green liquid pressed into the palm of his hand and he grimaces. âit looks like baby puke,â he mutters, but drinks it down anyways before gagging, âit tastes like baby puke.â sitting up so hoetaek can get a large bandage around his waist is painful, but he can already feel himself healing rapidly. he shakes his head at the otherâs words. âstop it, you donât owe me anything. youâre my friend and... i couldnât just let you get hurt. i can heal, but you canât. you would have probably died,â he says, realizing that thatâs exactly what could have happened. they would have died. the situation theyâre in suddenly feels very real to him.