“You don’t have to do that,” Sooyoung told him, as she felt Seyong’s hands on her shoulders, “I think I’d prefer it if you didn’t.”
Still, she couldn’t help but let her eyes flutter shut as he began to kneed the tight muscles. It had been so long since she had gotten a massage, Sooyoung couldn’t remember the last time she had the opportunity to even relax. Her shoulders slumped, moving down from the stiff posture she carried into a more easy going pose. All the while Seyong’s hands moved with a steady confidence of one knowledgeable in their work. “If you decide to seek employment elsewhere,” she murmured, leaning her head back to look at him lazily, “You’d make a lovely masseuse. We don’t have one at the club yet.”
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After that first night of meeting the boy who had introduced himself as Flonne, HaHa had accepted it as one of those random meetings that were like the one-night stands of friendships. Those meetings that happened, and you both nodded at each other and someone knew you would walk away and never meet each other again.
After all, he hadn’t really planned on giving Minsoo an actual life, or story, or personality. He was supposed to keep people away, not let anyone get closer. It wasn’t like he regretted his decision, Flonne was a good kid, even if he was a little scary with how eager he was to get in a fight. Not that he could complain as he was Minsoo. So he met up a few times, got in a few more barfights (though he managed to subtly weasle himself out of most, letting an illusion take place instead.)
It had caused him to learn some new things about his ... ability, superpowers, whatever it was supposed to be named. Though they weren’t necessarily things he had wanted to find out, how he could make grown men scream as they thought they were buried alive, thought thousand of spiders crawled all over their skin, as all around them no one saw a thing, no one saw a change.
Sucked he had to actually, you know, think of those things. Spiders are gross.
But here he was, feet propped on the other’s coffee table. He’d even taken to hauling around a packet of cigarettes, though he knew better than to actually smoke them, his hyung would surely get all uptight because it was unhealthy. Of all the things to give a fuck about, really. He had become better prepared, slowly growing into this role as well: he couldn’t always deflect every single question, after all.
And being the tough guy was pretty cool for change.
“Upgraded from babysitter to nurse, huh? Every day’s a fucking school day.”
HaHa gave the kid an annoyed look. Minsoo wasn’t the type to worry after all, even if HaHa definitely was and he was worried sick.
Flonne gave him a look that spoke of how much he appreciated that comment, but his words got caught in a little hiss as HaHa pulled at the thread he was using to stitch him up.
“You do know there’s hospitals?” he said, to keep himself from apologising, from panicking.
He knew Flonne was tough and he definitely didn’t want to see the others guys, but still, the cute was deep and bleeding profusely, and HaHa wasn’t a nurse. He had no real experience with stitching wounds. He liked the kid, despite their rocky start, despite the fact that he would probably hate him for who he really was, wouldn’t be able to stand him at all if he knew who he really was.
“I know, but – hey, watch it!”
HaHa grimaced, but finished carefully, bandaging the wound. He sighed and shook his head, like it was a nuiscance. He hesitated and then ruffled the younger boy’s hair, knowing it annoyed him.
“You’re taking the bed tonight. Call me if you need me. I’m not helping you take a piss, though, figure that one out by yourself.”
He helped him up, ignoring the token protests, gently depositing him on the bed. The painkillers he had given him earlier seemed to be kicking in, fighting to keep his eyes awake.
“Hyung,” Flonne said when HaHa was in the doorway. He waited and looked back over his shoulder. Flonne smirked drowsily. “I think you’re defrosting. It’s disturbing. And. And thanks.”
