'sēji no tsuru'

@Ong Seongwu❂(住吉会) Hoseok reluctantly let the other man tug him toward the ottoman, but only because he didn't trust his legs to hold him up for much longer and he wasn't sure if Seongwu had it in him to actually lift his bulk off the floor if that were to happen. He flopped heavily onto the cushions with a grimace, his legs hanging haphazardly over the side. They felt so heavy, like two lead weights that he didn't have any hope of lifting. Chest heaving with a shuddering breath, he blinked away the haze creeping into his vision as he tried to come up with an answer. "Not like I had a choice. You're the only doctor." He muttered tiredly, even his words feeling too heavy. "The plan didn't go well... T'knew we were coming... Got caught up in the 'splosion."

@Lee Hoseok❂(住吉会) The burly man stumbling around his shop was quite a sight. Even in his extreme pain, Wonho had the audacity to be sarcastic. Seongwu couldn't help but roll his eyes. Still, he reached out instinctively to try to break the latter's fall. "Get up, you. Here— sit down over here," he said, pulling the male's dead weight over to an ottoman situated on the side of the shop. Giving him a glance over, the younger couldn't help but sigh at the other's condition. A stream of blood bled through his clothes on one side, probably from shrapnel that was stuck god knows where on his body. "What exactly happened?" Seongwu questioned as he grabbed bandages from the cabinets and some bottles of various types of herbs. "Must've been pretty desperate to drag yourself to my door, of all places."