the younger of the two could only choke back a sob, the sight of blood making them the slightest bit nauseous. the training they did with their father provided more information about cleaning up wounds more than they’d like to admit, but was long overdue for proper use. choosing to ignore the comment, just simply started, with every fiber of their being, to pour a significant amount of disinfectant on a cotton pad alongside some rubbing alcohol to dab on the injury. jimin knows it’s going to sting, and they felt the tears come falling down their cheeks. it was hurting him, and really, they only had themselves to blame. “but — it’s deep, hyung. you’ll have to get stitches.” they informed him, finally meeting his gaze after a few moments of silence on their part. jimin made no effort to move, though, and instead pressed a kiss just outside of the wound’s opening. just like they promised. “i’m sorry.” it was quiet enough that minjae might not have heard it, but for what it was worth, they felt the impact of their own words. they hoped it was the same for him.
✧*. pain r a d i a t e s within the elder, stemming from his arm where there’s a cotton pad pressed against his wound, blood quick to soak, SATURATING, turning white to crimson. they feel slightly dizzy, but it’s a usual feeling, as they’ve grown accustomed to the uneasiness that, for so long, has resided in their entirety. he winces still, noting the sting of rubbing alcohol. “ f u c k -- ” curse’s muttered beneath his breath. he shakes his head, though immediately regrets the action ; only causes LIGHTHEADEDNESS to worsen. “ no, it’s fine, you lunatic. ” minjae does their best to hold the other’s gaze, eyes relaying a s t e r n n e s s their tone lacks. he knows jimin’s probably right, they have more medical training than him anyway, but he’s stubborn and doesn’t quite fancy hospitals. “ jimin, ” their name rolls from his tongue, passing the rose coloured surface of his lips. he watches as they press a KISS to skin beside his wound, and the gesture ( o d d l y enough ) brings forth a sense of ease. the elder visibly relaxes, shoulders slumping and head falling back to rest against the wall behind his bed. eyes grow h e a v i e r as well, lids eventually shutting and his breaths even from prior inconsistency. “ what are you sorry for ? ” minjae muses, PLAYFULNESS hinting within their voice, attempting to lighten the situation. “ you didn’t scratch me ... ” pause follows, and his smirk falls, expression more serious. despite his inability to s o m e t i m e s admit his feelings, there’s now an opening in his cold and stoic exterior ; a crack in his armour. “ but thank you. for just, EVERYTHING, okay ? ”
