Enhypen Imagines

Broken Nose | P.Sh

Mafia AU

Kicking off her heels, and leaving them bahind at two random places in the hallway, the girl picked up in her long gown as she held a first aid kit in her other hand, before stopping outside the room she was headed for. Opening the door, she immediately were met by a sight of a boy, around her age, beaten up and leaning against a wall whilst breathing heavily. Still consious.

"Aish, didn't I tell you to be a bit softer on them?" the girl complained as she turned to the guard in the room.

"He didn't want to admit anything," the guard excused, towering above the small girl.

"Did you eliminate the camera?" she questioned him and he immediately nodded.

"Pretended to accidentally hit it," he nodded at her.

"Good, give me your jacket," the girl demanded, raising her chin slightly.

"Excuse me?" the guard questioned.

"You heard me. Give me your jacket. What would you think Pa will say if he finds out that you didn't give me your jacket when the enemy kept eyeing me up and down," the girl crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"What about the event, miss?" the guard questioned as he handed his jacket to the girl, who immediately pulled it on and zipped it up. It hung down to around the middle of her thigh on her.

"Tell Pa I got sick, and that he shouldn't go up and check on me," the girl excused, "now leave. I'll take it from here."

"If your father finds out you're helping the enemy, you'll be in trouble young lady," the guard reminded her, making her smile a sickly sweet smile up at him.

"And that's why you won't say anything, isn't that right?" she sweetly questioned, making the guard huff.

"A kind heart like that was what happened to your mom," he reminded the girl who just nodded.

"And if I'm going out, I'm going out the exact same way," the girl nodded at the guard, who sighed before exiting the room and closing the door behind him. Her smile immediately falled, before she reached over beside the entrance door and grabbed the key to the small cell in the room.

"Just leave already," the boy in the cell sighed, making the girl glance over at him with an arched brow.

"I'm not doing this because I like you," she excused to him.

"I don't care why you're doing it," he frowned over at her as she walked up to the door of the cell and locked herself in, leaving the door just standing open.

"And I don't care what you think," she snapped back at him, before crouching down by his figure and placing the first aid kit beside her, quickly inspecting his beaten figure, "hmm... I should've brought more icepacks."

"Can't you just go?" he sighed at her, arching a brow at her direction.

"Can't you shut up and let me do this?" she retorted at him, making him raise both brows in surprise, "now shut up, and let me help you. Unless you want that handsome face to be forever ruined by a broken nose."

"It's not broken," he snorted at her, before a small wince made it's way to his face.

"Mhm... we'll see about that," the girl excused and got out an ice packet, "lift up your shirt."

"What?" the boy widened his eyes at her.

"Why are you such a problem?" she muttered before lifting his shirt herself, and placed a icepacket, wrapped in a towel, to the big bruise forming on his right side, "hold it there."