Hwasun One shots

Fighter's Nurse

Yongsun stood in the backstage bathroom of the basement they referred to as the arena. Bracing herself on the counter, she spit blood into the sink. She wet a paper towel, dabbing at the cut on her face. She had just got her ass kicked. A black eye was forming on her left side, bruising evident already. She took off her shirt, inspecting her ribs and making sure they hadn't broken in the fight.

Her coach, Jessi, burst into the bathroom.

"You alright?" Jessi asked, giving Yongsu na once over as she looked for broken bones.

"Never better," Yongsun gritted out.

"Well, here's your paycheck." Jessi handed Yongsun a wad of cash. She clapped Yongsun on the back.

"Ow," Yongsun groaned. Jessi laughed lightly, leaving the bathroom.

Yongsun put her shirt back on, pushing herself away from the sink and walking out the bathroom door. 'Backstage', or rather, a room off the main part of the building's basement, was littered with a few other fighters, including the girl she just lost to. Hyuna came up to her, wincing at Yongsun's beat up face.

"Sorry, man," Hyuna said.

"Nah, you're good. I've had way worse," Yongsun assured her. And she had, this type of pain was pretty familiar by now.

"We're all heading to grab some drinks if you wanna come," Hyuna offered.

"Yeah, sure. Sounds good," Yongsun said.

Yongsun grabbed her sweater, pulling it on before taking her duffle bag over her shoulder.

The small group of fighters headed straight to the bar upon arrival. Some drank in celebration of victory, others, like Yongsun, to numb the pain that came with losing.

"Shit, man, you got fucked up out there," one fighter, Byul, said to Yongsun.

"Hyuna always delivers, tonight was just not my night," Yongsun brushed off her concerns.

The group found a booth, settling down with their drinks. All Yongsun wanted to do then was forget her defeat had ever happened.

After a while of drinking at chatting, Yongsun was starting to feel suffocated in the tiny dive bar.

"I'm gonna get some air," she said. Yongsun scooted out of the booth, heading to the door.

Yongsun leaned against the wall, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket. She lit up, taking a long drag and sighing out the smoke.

A brunette woman was eyeing Yongsun from a few feet away where she, too, was taking a smoke break.

"You alright?" the brunette asked.

"I'm good," Yongsun replied. The brunette walked over to Yongsun, leaning her side against the wall so she faced Yongsun.

"You don't look so good," the woman pointed out. "I could get you fixed up, I'm a nursing student."

"A nursing student that smokes?"

"We all have our vices," the blonde said lightly. "I'm Hyejin." She stuck a hand out for Yongsun to shake. Yongsun did so, a slow smirk coming to her face.

"Name's Yongsun," she said, shaking Hyejin's hand for just a bit too long.

Chapter Text

Sitting at a booth separate from Yongsun's 'colleagues', Yongsun and Hyejin sat and talked. Hyejin talked about her studies, Yongsun giving brief half-explanations for the state her body was in. Hyejin held Yongsun' shands from across the table, running a thumb over the scraped and bruised knuckles lightly.