#eunyoo

Both you and the monster were lying on the ground from the impact, but unfortunately for you, it got up first. It lunged for you with its extended and sharp nails and you only barely managed to roll out of the way. You kicked it in the ribs, sending it away from you and giving you enough time to grab the knife strapped around your hip. It got up quickly, lunging at you again, except this time you were unable to completely avoid its trap. 

Its claws slash the side of your neck and cheek, luckily not going too deep but still hurting like hell. Its knee landed right on your abdomen, knocking the air from your lungs and unwillingly loosening the grip you had on your knife. 

Fuck that. 

You used what strength you had left to grip the knife as hard as you could and stab it into the neck of the creature. You did it over and over again until it scrambled away from you, seeming scared and angry. 

Before you could catch your breath, you felt someone reach underneath your armpits and start dragging you to the jeep you used to drive there. You didn’t resist, knowing it was your comrades and that you were safe with them.

Once they got you onto the platform in the back, you immediately felt the car start racing forward to wherever their destination was. 

“We don’t have anything here to help you with, so we’ll have to wait until we get back to base,” Seok-chan told you softly as he pressed a firm hand against the wound on your side - a cut you didn’t even notice you’d gotten during your time fighting the monster. 

“Okay,” you acknowledged before closing your eyes. It was impossible to sleep, but you rested as much as you could until you got back. 

Loud snores came from the man on the table in front of you and you groaned. 

“I never liked him as the doctor. He’s so weird,” you complained about the Stadium’s resident doctor/scientist, leaning against the door frame while Seok-chan walked around, gathering different equipment to help doctor you up. He snorted and walked back to you with his hands full. 

“Can you walk on your own?” He asked. He had helped you walk and get off the jeep after the intense scolding you received from your commander for being so reckless. Your arm had been thrown over his shoulder despite your complaints. 

“Yes, I can walk,” you reassured, letting him lead the way so he wouldn’t see the pain on your face when you moved wrong. 

You arrived at a bench near some stairs and sat down with him kneeling in front of you. He slapped your hands away when you reached for the equipment, wanting to do it yourself, and you huffed. 

You just closed your eyes and leaned back against the walk as he dabbed an alcohol-soaked cloth against the cut on your neck. It stung but you were honestly too tired to show any of your pain other than the slight scrunch of your brows. Next was your cheek, and you heard Seok-chan speak. 

“Thank you. For earlier, when you saved me. I wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t for your quick thinking. If only your thinking didn’t result in injuring yourself.”

You scoffed out a laugh, “This is nothing. You should’ve seen me in the third grade when I got hit in the back with a kickball and fell face-first on the floor. There was a whole lot more blood than this.”

“Are you seriously comparing a monster attack to being hit with a kickball?” He questioned, trying to hide the laughs bubbling in his throat. 

“Maybe, maybe not,” you joked. Silence took over again and your thoughts took over your mind. 

I have to tell Eun-yu. She’ll probably kill me for being reckless but at least she’ll know. 

Shit, she’ll totally be so pissed. 

“Would you like to go out with me?” Seok-chan asked suddenly as he finished putting the bandage on your cheek. You froze, your eyes snapping open to look at him. He was looking directly at you with a confidence that seriously impressed you. When you confessed and asked Eun-yu on a date for the first time, you were shaking in your boots. 

“You want to go out with me?” You asked incredulously and he nodded. 

“Yes. I’ve liked you for a while and I think I could treat you well if you were mine. So, would you be interested in going out with me?” 

Your heart melted slightly, but not in a romantic way. It was just such a cute way to announce your feelings to someone and you knew whoever got with him in the future was a lucky person. 

“I’m sorry, Seok-chan. I’m actually-”

“-already in a relationship,” you heard your girlfriend’s voice cut you off from the polite rejection you were going to give him. You turned your neck, wincing slightly as it moved your cut as well, and looked at her. She seemed disheveled and worried. The red bandana she always wore - because of her theories of it being her brother who placed it on her - was wrapped around her upper bicep. Her regularly worn gray ripped jeans covered her legs while a blue shirt - which you were pretty sure was yours - covered the upper half of her body. “So you can fuck off now,” she continued harshly, glaring at Seok-chan from where he sat in front of you. He looked back and forth between the two of you, seeing your ‘she’s right’ look and her intense eyes. 

“Oh, okay. I’m sorry I didn’t realize,” he apologized and you smiled at him as he stood. “If you’d like, you can attend to the rest of her injuries,” he offered sweetly, walking over to hand Eun-yu the medkit. 

Her eyes widened when she was reminded of the injuries you had supposedly gotten while on your trip with the rest of the soldiers. She took the medkit without looking at him and speed-walked to where you sat. When she kneeled down in front of you with her face set in an angry glare, but her eyes showing the worry she held, you smiled. 

“Hi, Angel,” you told her and she scoffed. The next moment, you felt a sharp sting on the cheek unharmed by the monster and your head snapped to the side. You heard Seok-chan gasp and take a step forward to intervene but stopped when her face cupped the cheek she just slapped and crashed your lips into hers. You smiled into the kiss, her hand caressing your cheekbone, dulling the pain that came from that same palm. 

“Hi, Reckless,” she told you once she pulled away, slightly mocking your words and you laughed. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why the hell would you do something like that?” 

Seok-chan stood awkwardly to the side, not knowing the right procedure to do in this situation, and you decided to do something for him. 

“How about you scold me in our room, how does that sound, Angel?” You lifted a hand to draw your knuckles over her cheek while she decided. Eventually, she gave in, swiftly grabbing your hand and pulling it away from her face so she could use it to assist you in standing up from the bench. She put your arm around her shoulders, wrapping a hand around your waist and grabbing the medkit in the other. You gave an awkward wave to Seok-chan as you walked past him in the direction of your and Eun-yu’s shared room.

When you got to your room, she took your suggestion very literally and started scolding you right away. You were sitting on the bed while she kneeled down in front of you and attended to the sound on your side. You could see her try to hide the blush on her cheeks when you lifted your shirt and you swallowed the laugh that bubbled in your throat, for the sake of her embarrassment. 

Once she’d wiped away all the blood, you could see the cut was much smaller than you thought. The large, black-and-blue bruise forming on your abdomen looked much worse. 

“You’re so fucking stupid, why would you do that for a stupid soldier like him? If there’s anyone you should be a hero for, it should be me,” she scolded, saying the last part under her breath while she wrapped the bandage around your waist and you almost didn’t hear it. 

But you did.

“Angel,” you spoke, putting a halt to her next words of reprimands she had for you. She looked up at you and you could see every emotion she tried to hide from her face. She was done with bandaging you so you reached a hand forward, gently cupping her cheek and pulling her closer. Her hands landed on each side of your hips, dipping into the mattress as she drew closer. When your lips were barely apart, you spoke, “If you really want it that way, you’ll be the only damsel in distress I’ll save from now on,” you promised, rubbing your thumb along her bottom lip and you could hear the tiny way her breath hitched, an action she would deny until her skin rotted off her bones in her casket. 

“I do want that,” she told you, still trying to keep up her tough persona but failing as your fingers caressed the skin of her neck. You nodded, slowly scooting up the bed until you were leaning against the wall and pulling her onto your lap. She seemed hesitant because of your injuries but she couldn’t really protest with the way her breath caught in her throat when your lips skimmed over the pulse point on her neck. “B-but what about your-” she tried but got interrupted by you. 

“It looks worse than it actually is,” you mumbled while mouthing at her neck, giving her little marks so she would be reminded of your presence for the next week. She let out a tiny whimper when you found her soft spot and you grinned. “Besides, I gotta save my damsel. Seems like she’s having trouble breathing correctly,” you teased and she scoffed, lightly hitting your shoulder.