#well .....

he shouldn't be seen by the normal doctors , but nunae wasn't sure if this poor guy was going to deal well with the fact that his blood was black . coating the couch he was laid upon , soft , uneven breaths mixed with quiet whimpers . bulsan had his head on his lap , staring at the doctor as he patched up the wound on nunae's side . sweat covering his skin , nunae quietly turns his head away to mumble something in bulsan's arm , gripping onto his shirt tightly . their new lover got too bold and shot nunae after hearing that they wanted to break up with him ; a dangerous man , bulsan's type . before they could do anything , the gun was out . they had called the doctor their ex boyfriend used to work with , a number bulsan had saved in his phone one day . their penthouse was decorated by black things , black ground and black furniture . the window was open , the dull sound of the city coming through with the cool wind . bulsan eventually breaks the heavy silence , mumbling with a throaty voice ; ‘ you know i never liked you when we were dating ren .. ‘ a confession , perhaps not a good one to utter when the doctor had his hands bloody with his nunae's blood ─ but it draws a small chuckle from the older demon . he tiredly closes his eyes while bulsan keeps his gaze fixed on the doctor . ‘ but you were the only one who has seen weird things like this . his blood . ‘