#leadruse

—————— “don’t cry, just bite your own teeth.”

   it was still a bit jarring for jihun to see the former chairman of babel sitting in his makeshift band-aid station,   his wound from the other day once again opened due to him doing some sort of strenuous activity.   jihun could only imagine that he’d been bouncing around trying to impress mr. cassano   -   as many of them often did.   regardless of how it had happened though,   the other would now need to be stitched back up,   and that was where hahm jihun came into the picture.   jihun had his medical supplies sitting out on the table beside them,   a gloved hand busy holding a needle while his other hand worked on getting said needle threaded.   he released a sigh once he was finished,   his mahogany optics shifting towards the man beside him before he began to speak.   “   i’m warning you in advance   -   i have no way to numb the area and this isn’t bad enough for sedation,   so this will probably hurt a bit.   ”    he explained,   his gaze trailing back down to the wound on his arm.   “   if you’re ready,   try not to squirm   -   or scream.   my kids napping.   ”   jihun continued in a flat tone,   now awaiting confirmation that he could begin patching the other man up.

he hefts dal-rae from the floor and up onto a bony hip, perhaps to distract her, or perhaps to spare han-seo another thump to the ribs. baby is secured in both arms even as he winces in slight when a clump of hair’s tugged. “ you know -- i’m going to make sure her first word is fuck. “

"and what have you learned?"

vincenzo stares him,   gaze narrowing as he waits a beat for some confirmation that the question was,   indeed,   a joke.    and then he sighs.         “  no.  ”         only idiots think otherwise.