⇢ jung hoseok

@n yuta It caused him great pleasure to watch the other become frustrated over the matter. He lived in one of those luxury apartment complexes, so he had thought that it was obvious that there would be an elevator. The stairs were really only for things like fires, nobody used them for much else. "Well, now you know? I am surprised you didn't see them, they're right behind the front desk...and there are elderly people that live here. How would they get to the higher floors like this one?"

Finally, Hoseok found his wallet, pulling out twelve dollars and handing it to him. "Think of half of this chicken as your tip for running it all the way up those stairs." Hoseok gave a mischievous grin before turning his attention to the cabinets, taking out plates for both of them, and then water from the fridge. "So, I am Hoseok, what is your name?" He dropped himself into a chair at his kitchen table with a heavy huff before proceeding to put out the chicken. "Come on and sit, what you gunna do? Eat it with your eyes?"

@j hoseok Blinking at the other man, giving him an awkward wave with his free hand. "There... was?" He mentally groaned, once again, he was a FOOL. a compete FOOL! Standing there as he watches the other laugh at his failure, awkward as he walked in the apartment with that other's consent. Following behind him like a puppy, the bag still in his hand.

"Uh.. Fried Chicken..? Boneless..? and It was... uh.. $11.89.." Yuta said as he kept on holding onto the bag, feeling so damn awkward in this man's apartment. "You don't need to pay me back or anything... I seriously don't mind.." The Japanese man gave him an smile, offering the bag to the other. "Uh.... nice to meet you as well... hah.."

@b andy Hoseok’s dark eyes glared through the mirror. “It needs to be changed, it had blood on it.” Why would she even care anyways? She had been the one to inflict the damage onto him anyway. He took in a deep breath, which was a mistake, the stitches seemed to tug at him in a painful and disgusting manner, making him want to vomit once more. Instead he hissed in pain, his hand hovering over the wound. “I think I’d rather die right now. It’d be less painful and less of a nuisance.” Finally he turned to look at her fully. He had only ever seen this woman in dark settings, whether at night or in a club where her face was not as easy to see. She was pretty, and if it weren’t for her tattoos and pierced lip, Hoseok never would have thought that she was a killer.

“That’s not a fake name. I know him. The ing idiot would give his real name. Don’t know why he’d want me dead though...Maybe because I was able to leave Aureo Rosa with no repercussions.” Hoseok moved from the mirror, partially limping so that he would not have the painful tugging with each step that he took. He didn’t realize until now how connected his stomach was to his legs. it hurt so much. “No, I am fine. I’d rather you not touch me more than you need to right now. I hope you understand.” He grabbed a small plastic bag and paper towels, coming back to the couch to painstakingly clean up his vomit. “Now that I think about it, Hyunsik was the same guy that nearly got you in to be sold as a e last time. Think he drugged your drink or something to get you to that extent. Seeing as to how when I tried my first time meeting you, you tried to kill me.” Hoseok had such horrid luck every time it came to this woman.

“You a genie or something? Can you miraculously unstab me? No? Then I have nothing to ask for. I do not contemplate what others can do for me anyways, not when I can do things myself.” Hoseok handed the bag full of his bile to the other, a smile formed onto his face. “Would you be a doll and toss this out?” At the moment, he hated her. She had nothing to gain but money for killing him and that bothered him extremely. “Then leave please.” Hoseok climbed back onto the couch and stared her dead in the eye. “Of course, I need your name before you do though. Don’t ask why.”

****

Days had gone by and like Andy had told him before, Hoseok did not go to the hospital. Not for the pain nor for the infection that obviously started to form. What was he to say to the doctors when he arrived? “Hi yeah so some girl stabbed me and told me not to go to the hospital otherwise she’d kill me.” That didn’t sound right, not in the least. However, once a little over a week passed since the attack, Hoseok started to get nervous.

The flesh around the wound started to smell terrible despite his doing his best to keep it clean. He was starting to break into sweats, a fever burning his skin, causing him to constantly feel nauseous. Yet, through it, he still refused to go, that is until the other told him to just go.

It was a pain getting there. Through the sweats, fatigue and pain, Hoseok didn’t trust himself to drive without getting into an accident. The bus was his safest route, despite the turns and the glares for the weird smell coming from him. He should have just called an ambulance, but he was being an idiot through it all.

“Hi, so I got mugged and stabbed the other day. And like I am, um, scared of hospitals. But um, I think it's infected.” Hoseok said weakly to the staff person at the front desk. He was asked the much needed questions and was told to wait to be brought in. Maybe if it weren’t for his passing out in his chair, he would have waited hours to be seen, as the personnel thought that with his walking in himself he would be fine. However, the exertion of his body caused him to be overcome with exhaustion.

A few blood transfusions and a few surgeries to properly stitch him up (even organs were bruised, which was a cause for concern), Hoseok was left in his room alone with his phone.

[SMS MESSAGE TO: busy cranky lady]
Sorry for the delayed update lol so im at the hospital and will be a few days supposedly

@n yuta What had inevitably been a mistake, turned into something highly unexpected. Hoseok hated having people within his space, however, today he was so desperately hungry, it was worth it. He had gotten out of the hospital not all that long ago, hence why he had tried to text his mother. It was too much of a pain to go and get it himself, another reason why Hoseok openly agreed to this strange person to come to his home. Who in their right mind would agree to deliver him chicken? He could have just called a service.

The male did his best to hurry to the door, grunting as he did. Upon opening it, he found a slightly smaller man before him. "Did you walk all the way up the stairs? There's an elevator, nobody uses the stairs." He said with a tinge of laughter in his voice, having seen the way the other looked so winded. "Come on in. You may as well eat with me. What kind you buy and how much was it?" Hoseok search his kitchen, hold his side as he tried to figure out just /where/ he put his wallet.

@j hoseok Walking up the flight of stairs, wheezing heavily as he does. The smell of fried chicken filled up the stairway, gripping onto the bag with the fried chicken inside of it. "I really... hn... really.. need to start... working out.. again.." he wheezes to himself as he finally got on the floor, where he will meet a man that will finally, FINALLY take the chicken that has been messing with his head all day. walking around, wheezing still as he looked for the apartment, wiggling his nose. Yuta stopped when he finally gotten to the door, wiping his forehead and taking a moment to come himself down before knocking nervously onto the apartment door. "u-uh... Your chicken is here!" he awkwardly said, shifting himself as he waits.

@j hoseok Her mind was wrapped up in a dream, one that had her relive the event’s from the last night which seemed surreal with the way that they danced around in head. A man lay beneath her, an endless amount of rose petals surrounding them, the ones that she left behind on the corpses of those that she had killed. However, this man was alive, squirmed beneath her. Rose Blossom. An endless repetition of her code word resounded in her head. A nudge against her body broke the connection to her dream. Andy woke up from her slumber only seconds later.

The bright daylight streaming into the room was too intense for her eyes to open, she blinked a few times as she tried to adjust to it. The position she found herself in was weird, her back hurt from the way that she had been curled up against the couch. For a moment she forgot just where she was and with who. However, as a voice appeared in the background, the events of the last night returned to her mind fading into what she remembered from her dream.

Once she was fully awake, Andy got up from the curled up position to properly sit on the couch. She rubbed her eyes and then stared at the man. “You should have kept the patch on the wound.” She said. The wound didn’t look well even though she had tried to sterilize everything. “It will heal, don’t worry. Though, it will leave a scar but that’s better than dying, right?” She almost grinned at her own comment. Andy wasn’t the type to feel about this had it been nothing but her job. The man had been supposed to die, it wasn’t her fault that he had had an ace up his sleeve.

For a moment she tried to remember the name that the receptionist had told her. Usually it were fake ones anyways but it was none of her business anyways. “Kim Hyunsik. Do you know him? It’s most probably a fake name though.” She got up from the couch and walked towards where the man stood. Her eyes fell onto the wound to now closer examine it even though she just looked at the reflection of the mirror like he did. “Do you want me to disinfect it and put a new patch onto it? You need to be careful so that it doesn’t get infected.”

Her eyes stared at his through the mirror. Memories from back then replayed in her head, those that she had wanted to bury deep down in her mind. Andy didn’t want to be reminded about aureo rosa, it was way too painful for her. “So, I gave you my code. You can ask me for one favour. What do you want?”

@h yeji With her now on his back, he could hear her soft mumblings, hearing here and there something about a brother. Was she living with a sibling? Did she arrive here with them? But then, if she did, she wouldn’t have been all alone...right? More importantly, Hoseok would not have had some weird drunk girl rubbing her face against him as if she were trying to be a cat. God it felt so strange. This was one of the many reasons he hated going to club bars, the partiers were no joke.

Within minutes of his requesting her to not vomit, Hoseok felt something hot, wet and heavy start to drip down his back. “ me,” he said with a groan when the smell of her bile burned his nostrils. ‘Better out than in,’ he convinced himself. However, he couldn’t help but think about how she possibly had barfed all over herself as well. What was he supposed to do about that? Dunk her entire self into a tub or something? But then what would he do about her clothes?

It took about fifteen minutes for them to walk all the way home. Hoseok would have taken a cab or even the bus, but neither would have wanted to have two vomit covered people in their vehicles. So what was the point of doing either just to be judged the duration of their ride?


As he first thought, when they arrived to his apartment, the male carefully set the woman down in his bathtub. He figured that if she were to vomit more during his time changing and rinsing his clothes, it was better for her to do it whilst in the tub. He still couldn’t wrap his head around what he should do about her. She had vomit all down her front.

After getting changed and cleaned up as best as he could himself, Hoseok finally decided to hang a towel to try and cover her as best as he could to try and change her. “I am sorry, but you are disgusting smelling and looking right now.” Even with those words, it felt so wrong until he managed to struggle her into a clean t-shirt and shorts. With a defeated huff, he tossed their clothes into the wash after seating her at the kitchen table with a bucket ready for anything that threatened to come up.

@j hoseok her vision was foggy, images dancing around in front of her as the street lights looked more like streaks of blurry lights. she didn't know how much she had to drink today but however much it was, it hardly seemed to matter. she had successfully managed to think about nothing at all for the entirety of her shift. hell, she could barely remember the last several hours. it was all a blur of laughter and noise, touches and pleasure.

as she tried to navigate through her mess of a memory, it was almost as if she could feel the touches, like they were real and not part of some haze. someone's voice seemed to be calling out to her. she couldn't quite tell. everything sounded as if she was underwater, the voice muffled and unclear as her head throbbed even harder. she knew she should have denied that last round of fun. she had always hated the consequences of hangovers that came with the freedom of forgetting.

she could feel someone's back pressed against her chest, her body too weak to move much as she weakly draped herself over them. they felt warm. she liked the warmth. maybe that was why she was constantly trying to hug herself onto anyone that was willing, so she wouldn't have to feel cold and lonely. whoever was carrying her had a broad back and she couldn't help but nuzzle her cheek against it, smiling softly. it reminded her of her brother.

when was the last time she had seen him?

he made sure to send money monthly but hadn't visited her in person since she moved out. she knew it was her own fault. he probably believed she hated him after running away so many nights, making him worry, ignoring him and his constant concerns. she knew he was just trying to fulfill the role of a parent but she didn't want that. she didn't want any reminders of her mother or father.

and with that,
she threw up.

@h yeji The bar had started to become a place that Hoseok regularly frequented, especially with work stressing him. Who would have thought that he would be there of all places on a Saturday night. It was not a day that he typically drank on as he was not trying to pick up any girls, just drink. Maybe it was the need to get as loose as possible that finally made him decide to go on a weekend? He had gone to the nightclub’s bar for this as well. But even then, he could not get himself to drink enough to “have a good time” thus he decided to leave.

He exited through the back door, deciding that it was the best way to escape, that way he would have to fight through those coming in. That was when he saw her, a young looking woman sprawled out in that alley. He looked around, trying to see if possibly she had any friends nearby that could help.

No one.

Should he help her? Should he leave her? She was quite obviously -faced, whether by her own fault or from her drink being spiked. Either way, she was not in a state where she would be safe, nor where she would manage to help herself. “Excuse me, miss? You alright?” He asked as he crouched before her, nudging her a bit. She mumbled some incoherent things, but nothing that made sense to him. “Miss you can’t stay out here. Do you have any friends that could take you home?”

More mumbling came from the woman. Whether she was answering his questions or not, Hoseok couldn’t tell. The club music blasting from the building wasn’t helping either. “Okay, well...maybe where do you live?” It was to no avail though, what she said made no sense to him. “I don’t...I am going to bring you home with me okay?” He spoke loudly, as if /that/ would help her drunken self understand a bit more. He turned in his crouched position, helping (well mostly forcing) her onto his back, before he started his way home. The luxury complex he lived in wasn’t too far from here anyways, he could make it. This was better than her risking being swiped up by Aureo Rosa anyways.

“Please don’t vomit on me.”

@b andy In the darkness, Hoseok felt a burning sensation. It was as if fire was going through him, as it he was being stabbed with millions of needles. , it hurt so much, it hurt. It hurt. It hurt. These words were keeping him from going insane, allowing him to hold onto a sheer bit of hope that it would end soon.

He grunted through his unconsciousness, twitching in response to the assassin’s stitching him up. If he were awake, he may have vomited from not only the sight, but also from the pain. If he were conscious, he would have thought ‘thank God’. It seemed like hours before the pain finally subsided to a dull one, as if someone was gently needing a healing flesh wound. Possibly he was imagining such reliefs.

***

The next morning, Hoseok awoke with a start. He had dreamt that he was being brutally murdered. In the nightmare, despite how hard he fought, the killer would always get the best of him. This dream played constantly, showing different ways in which the killer could murder him. But each time, one thing stayed the same, no matter what. Each time, the murderer’s weapon was driven into his stomach, angled to puncture his organs. He had finally woken up when the assassin’s new weapon was merely her hand, long nails digging into his body.

He wretched at the pain in his side, acid coming up and splattering the floor. It was mixed with blood. “God, how much did I drink?” He croaked. He didn’t even remember going out for drinks the night before. He had such a raging headache and his stomach hurt in an unimaginable way. He could only conclude one thing. That he was severely hungover.

For a second he believed that...but much to his horror, the killer from his dream was curled up on his couch, by his feet. “...not a dream?” He carefully got up, being careful to not step in his own bile, and to not make his wound worse. It was shotty, but he remembered up until he was halfway home. Hoseok remembered the woman helping him home /after/ trying to kill him.

“Hey you, wake up,” he said with a nudge before moving to the wall mirror, inspecting the disgusting looking wound. Why was he even shirtless too? “Who hired you?” Through the mirror, he could see the woman start to awaken from her slumber.

(I shortened a bit I think uwu)

@j hoseok Her body froze as the man beneath her dropped the name of the gang that Andy had tried to completely forget about since nine years by now. She had suffered too much of a trauma from her interactions with that gang and Andy tried to stay away as far as possible from them. Had this man saved her from the gang in some sort of way? Her memories were blurry as she had tried everything to forget about that part of her past, she just couldn’t remember even as she stared right down at his face.

Andy flinched as her hands were shoved away, she tried to hide her reaction even though it didn’t seem to be necessary, the man must have been more so focussed on his own pain. “Don’t worry, this won’t be the first wound I am taking care of.” She responded to his hiss. “Crazy ing , huh?” Andy repeated his words in a mocking tone. “You should be glad that I’m not just leaving you here. By the time someone would find you, you would have bled to death already.”

Due to watching him the last few days she knew the area of the city where his apartment was located but she hadn’t paid attention to the exact street nor the building. She nodded as he told her, luckily it wasn’t too far from their current location in the alley. God, usually she would have freaked out when someone dared to throw all these cusses at her but for some unknown reason she only grinned and found it rather amusing. “You do know that it’s not the best idea to insult someone that planned to kill you, right? My knife might still slip...” Her words were meant as teasing, something that rarely ever happened.

“What’s your apartment number?” She asked as they entered the building. After he had told her, her attention fell onto the front desk staff who eyed them strangely. Andy’s body blocked the view to the man’s ripped shirt and the wound at least. The staff person seemed to be satisfied as Andy told them about how drunk this one had gotten. A good excuse. As the man squeezed onto her shoulder, Andy flinched once more. . She wanted to slap him for it but decided not to with the state that he was already in. His comment didn’t even reach her ears as she was too focused on not freaking out due to the touch.

Suddenly his weight on her body intensified, he didn’t seem to be able to stay anymore. “Hey, wake up.” She groaned and shook him lightly but there was no reaction. , , . Andy tried her best to hold him while she searched for his keys in his pockets. Luckily, she found it rather quickly and managed to unlock the door. All the training at corvus had her be strong enough to somehow get him into his living room where she placed him on the sofa. It wasn’t the first time that she had to transport a human body, the only difference was that this one was still alive.

Not knowing where he kept his first aid kit, Andy rummaged through his apartment. She found a sewing kit and decided to use it for stitching up his wounds. A scar would be left anyways so it didn’t matter that it wasn’t sanitary in any way. She found the first aid kit in the bathroom and also took a wet cloth to clean his wounds with. He looked awful, laying on the couch passed out, blood over his mouth, arm, neck and t-shirt. Andy had ravaged his body quite a bit but it was her job after all.

Since the t-shirt was damaged already anyways, Andy ripped it into half to reveal the man’s torso. However, it wasn’t the bleeding cut that caught her attention but more so the scar that went all the way from the man’s left shoulder to his right . For a moment it had her fade out of reality as a memory played out in her head. Suddenly she knew who he was, remembered clearly how she had fought against him, her knife stabbing all the way down from his shoulder. Nonetheless, she also remember how he had saved her from that other pimp, her life would have ended that day otherwise due to her relation with the boss of aureo rosa.

“I wrecked your body quite a lot, didn’t I?” She voiced more as a statement to herself rather than the passed out man. It had her feel guilty ever so lightly, she had never intended to hurt the ones who she owed something, she had given him her code word for a reason. Andy sighed to herself as she cleaned the wounds with the wet cloth going back to the bathroom two times as it was soaked in blood at some point. The cuts on his arm and throat didn’t look as bad and two big patches were enough to cover them after she had disinfected the wounds. Her biggest worry was the deep cut on his torso. She definitely needed to sew it and it would end up looking like the scar that led from his shoulder to his .

Andy took out her lighter from her jeans pocket and held the needle into the flame. It still wasn’t the most sanitary tool after but it would work for now. She disinfected the wound too to have it as clean as possible before she started to stitch his skin back together. “I’m sorry...” She mumbled out of nowhere. It wasn’t her style to ever feel sorry but while he had saved her life, she had ruined his, left scars and wounds over his body, had almost killed him twice. She was an assassin, thirsted for blood, however, it was quite different when the person was connected to her in any way.

Once she was done, Andy disinfected the wound once more before putting one of those huge patches on it too. Her gaze fell on the man’s face and she suddenly remembered that his head had hit the concrete quite badly too. She checked on it but it was by far not as bad as the wound that she had needed to sew. Andy only cleaned the wound on his head and put an ointment from the first aid kit on it. This would suffice. Once she was done with treating with wounds, Andy was unsure of what to do. She couldn’t just leave him here by himself while he was passed out. Someone needed to check on him. In the end, she sat down on the free space of the sofa after covering the man with a blanket up to his shoulder. After a long while of watching him, Andy fell asleep in a half seated, half curled up position.

@b andy ‘Me? The crazy bastard?’ Hoseok thought to himself. Says the woman who came out of nowhere to attack him. And who was obviously following him around for who knows how the long. Him, crazy? All because the girl possibly did not expect him to punch her square in the face. Honestly, he hadn’t expected it either, but what did she expect him to do? Just let her stab him like a “good boy”?

The audacity that she had to /growl/ at him, be pissed that he was being loud. The ing stabbed him, and she was getting angry at him for being too loud? Hoseok wheezed, turning his head to spit out the metallic taste that continued to form in his mouth. God, he was going to probably die if he didn’t get proper treatment.

He pulled away from her prying hands, grunting from what felt like her retching his head around. With the pounding headache from his head injury and his heavy loss of blood, Hoseok was having a hard time getting his words together, with forming a sentence enough for her to understand. “Au...reo...r..Rosa.” His eyes squeezed shut, the adrenaline that left his body only brought along immense pain. He only once more was alert when she pressed against the deep wound in his pelvis. “.”

His hands shot down towards hers, shoving them away in desperation. “You better know how to sew,” he hissed in response to her claiming his not being brought to the hospital. He needed stitches, maybe even more than that. Who knew if she punctured something that would only heal with a proper procedure. “Why would I let a crazy ing like you know where I live?” He groaned out before his words became inaudible once more. Maybe it would be better to die. Less painful.

Despite his original refusal, Hoseok was brief with telling her the street name and number. She’d figure it out if she was watching him like he thought, he had only gone to and from work. The area would be familiar to her.

“Crazy stabbed me,” he mumbled. With the blood loss and the hard hit on his head, Hoseok spoke without filter (something that he typically had complete control over). He continued to say things like; “Stupid ”, “crazy ”, “stupid blood lover” and many other variations of things that were possibly incoherent until they got to his apartment building.

If the assassin was angry over his words, Hoseok couldn’t tell. His mind was elsewhere and he only paid attention when she asked for his apartment number and heard her laugh to the front desk staff about “Oh he got really drunk.” At hearing this statement, Hoseok leaned on her more, his hand clumsily squeezing her shoulder. “Mmm...gu-ing die.” His dark eyes rolled to look at her as they made their way up to the elevator and finally to his apartment.

At the door, everything went black. He had tried for far too long to stay conscious, and his body could not longer take that strain.