Ship/Member: Soonwoo Major Tags: detective!au, drug ment, very very slight mentions of violence and medical stuff, wound tending Additional Tags: not beta'd as in probably full of grammar errors Permission to remix: Yes
Soonyoung has done this before; he’s done it a thousand times by now. He doesn’t particularly mind it, but ‘stitching up wounds’ wasn’t exactly in the normal job description for a detective. Still, he’d gotten pretty good at it by now.
The lieutenant had a thing with doctors. When he’d first stumbled into the office clutching his side, blood dripping onto the hardwood floor, Soonyoung had tried to call an ambulance– but the lieutenant had shaken his head and pointed at his desk, and he’d said ‘there’s a first aid kit there. Give it to me, and I’ll take care of it myself.’
And he had. Soonyoung had sat outside at his desk while the lieutenant had stitched himself up in the bathroom. When this happened the second time, Soonyoung went home and looked up how to stitch a wound together.
The lieutenant doesn’t even have to say anything now. He comes in, bloodied and bruised, and Soonyoung is there– but the lieutenant waves a hand, groaning.
“The blood isn’t mine,” Wonwoo says, taking off his jacket and gritting his teeth. “Just a bit bruised, that’s all.”
“Do I want to know whose it is?” Soonyoung asks, sitting back down in his chair.
“Probably not,” Wonwoo says.
He walks over to his desk and puts something on it. Soonyoung peaks over his computer screen and sees a small plastic bag. He can’t make it out from where he’s sitting.
“What’s that?” Soonyoung asks.
“A mirror,” Wonwoo replies. He’s used to Soonyoung’s questions by now. He’d said he enjoyed them once, but Soonyoung isn’t sure if he meant it. He’s never really sure what the lieutenant is thinking. “Come here. Take a look at it.”
Soonyoung slides off his chair and walks over to the lieutenant’s desk, bending over it and looking down at the mirror. It’s small and round, and extremely dirty. It seems to be covered in a fine powder. Wonwoo is standing on the other side of the desk, and when Soonyoung looks up again, he sees that the lieutenant isn’t studying the mirror– he’s studying him.
A flush creeps up Soonyoung’s neck and he coughs, suddenly very hot in his button up and slacks. He feels like something is worming around under his skin. Wonwoo’s eyes never leave him. The sun is behind him, bathing him in light and crowning his dark haired head with a halo.
“Drugs,” Soonyoung says at length. “It was probably used for drugs.”
“Good,” Wonwoo says. “Soonyoung?”
“Yes, lieutenant?”
“Can you order us some food?”
“Oh,” Soonyoung says. He stares at Wonwoo dumbly for a few seconds, then shakes his head. He’s not sure what he’d expected the lieutenant to say, but he’d sort of gotten lost in Wonwoo for a second– “Yeah, of course. The usual?” Wonwoo nods, and he goes over to the couch– he’s about to sit down when Soonyoung says, “lieutenant, the blood… I’d just gotten the couch clean from last time…”
Something like a smile forms on Wonwoo’s face, but it looks like a painful thing to do– he flinches slightly, then says, “you’re right. I’ll change.”
He walks past Soonyoung and grabs a clean shirt from his bag, then he walks into the bathroom. He doesn’t close the door completely, and when Soonyoung sits down on the couch to order, he catches a glimpse of Wonwoo inside– he’s just unbuttoned his shirt, and it slides off his shoulders, exposing his scarred back. It’s bruised too. Soonyoung remembers some of the scars, remembers which ones he was the one to fix.
He thinks about what it would be like to touch Wonwoo without the pretence of wound tending. He wonders if Wonwoo would let him kiss the scars, and he wonders since when he became the sort of person who fantasised about their work partner.
And Soonyoung studies Wonwoo, like Wonwoo had studied him before.
His eyes wander; he can’t help it. Eventually they make it to the mirror in front of Wonwoo, and then, as he pulls his shirt over his head– their eyes meet in the mirror.
Wonwoo smiles again, and Soonyoung looks away, flushing.
[FILL] looking at you looking at me
Major Tags: detective!au, drug ment, very very slight mentions of violence and medical stuff, wound tending
Additional Tags: not beta'd as in probably full of grammar errors
Permission to remix: Yes
Soonyoung has done this before; he’s done it a thousand times by now. He doesn’t particularly mind it, but ‘stitching up wounds’ wasn’t exactly in the normal job description for a detective. Still, he’d gotten pretty good at it by now.
The lieutenant had a thing with doctors. When he’d first stumbled into the office clutching his side, blood dripping onto the hardwood floor, Soonyoung had tried to call an ambulance– but the lieutenant had shaken his head and pointed at his desk, and he’d said ‘there’s a first aid kit there. Give it to me, and I’ll take care of it myself.’
And he had. Soonyoung had sat outside at his desk while the lieutenant had stitched himself up in the bathroom. When this happened the second time, Soonyoung went home and looked up how to stitch a wound together.
The lieutenant doesn’t even have to say anything now. He comes in, bloodied and bruised, and Soonyoung is there– but the lieutenant waves a hand, groaning.
“The blood isn’t mine,” Wonwoo says, taking off his jacket and gritting his teeth. “Just a bit bruised, that’s all.”
“Do I want to know whose it is?” Soonyoung asks, sitting back down in his chair.
“Probably not,” Wonwoo says.
He walks over to his desk and puts something on it. Soonyoung peaks over his computer screen and sees a small plastic bag. He can’t make it out from where he’s sitting.
“What’s that?” Soonyoung asks.
“A mirror,” Wonwoo replies. He’s used to Soonyoung’s questions by now. He’d said he enjoyed them once, but Soonyoung isn’t sure if he meant it. He’s never really sure what the lieutenant is thinking. “Come here. Take a look at it.”
Soonyoung slides off his chair and walks over to the lieutenant’s desk, bending over it and looking down at the mirror. It’s small and round, and extremely dirty. It seems to be covered in a fine powder. Wonwoo is standing on the other side of the desk, and when Soonyoung looks up again, he sees that the lieutenant isn’t studying the mirror– he’s studying him.
A flush creeps up Soonyoung’s neck and he coughs, suddenly very hot in his button up and slacks. He feels like something is worming around under his skin. Wonwoo’s eyes never leave him. The sun is behind him, bathing him in light and crowning his dark haired head with a halo.
“Drugs,” Soonyoung says at length. “It was probably used for drugs.”
“Good,” Wonwoo says. “Soonyoung?”
“Yes, lieutenant?”
“Can you order us some food?”
“Oh,” Soonyoung says. He stares at Wonwoo dumbly for a few seconds, then shakes his head. He’s not sure what he’d expected the lieutenant to say, but he’d sort of gotten lost in Wonwoo for a second– “Yeah, of course. The usual?” Wonwoo nods, and he goes over to the couch– he’s about to sit down when Soonyoung says, “lieutenant, the blood… I’d just gotten the couch clean from last time…”
Something like a smile forms on Wonwoo’s face, but it looks like a painful thing to do– he flinches slightly, then says, “you’re right. I’ll change.”
He walks past Soonyoung and grabs a clean shirt from his bag, then he walks into the bathroom. He doesn’t close the door completely, and when Soonyoung sits down on the couch to order, he catches a glimpse of Wonwoo inside– he’s just unbuttoned his shirt, and it slides off his shoulders, exposing his scarred back. It’s bruised too. Soonyoung remembers some of the scars, remembers which ones he was the one to fix.
He thinks about what it would be like to touch Wonwoo without the pretence of wound tending. He wonders if Wonwoo would let him kiss the scars, and he wonders since when he became the sort of person who fantasised about their work partner.
And Soonyoung studies Wonwoo, like Wonwoo had studied him before.
His eyes wander; he can’t help it. Eventually they make it to the mirror in front of Wonwoo, and then, as he pulls his shirt over his head– their eyes meet in the mirror.
Wonwoo smiles again, and Soonyoung looks away, flushing.
twt: @/gyuhansoup or @/moonbreezeao3