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Tunnel Vision

Tunnel Vision

noun:

defective sight in which objects 

cannot be properly seen if not close to the center of the field of view.

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Living on the streets of Seoul, wasn't necessarily hard. Minho had already been through hell and back. the streets in his opinion were ten times more his way of living than being under control of an orphanage for misfit kids and being led to be dictated. drilled into a society that wasn't as real as they claimed it to be. some would say living there was a privilege. Not to Lee Minho. that turned him into someone he didn't know could exist. he was cold, blunt, and could be an ass to anyone.

Including the male who happens to be putting gloves on and stabbing him with instruments.

"Yah! That fucking hurts you ass!" Minho gritted his teeth while leaning against one of the cupboards. Minho has been shamed before. One time in the orphanage he stole food for himself. it was maybe a few weeks into living there, he was forced to sit in the cafeteria watching everyone else eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner the entire day. he sat alone in the corner beside one of the housekeepers who watched him lick his lips, and eye all the food. That was probably when the rumors went around about him. he was shamelessly stealing food for himself just to get by. He was shamed for his scars, which littered his body, teased, and humiliated by the other orphans who seemed to have had a better life before they came there. But to Minho this was paradise then.

Yet this was beyond any of those. a stranger, no less forced him onto his knees and was shamefully forced to have his shirt taken off. The raven-haired male that had him on his knees hit one of the nerves in the neck that immobilized him a few minutes ago, was now tending to the wounds that didn't seem like a big deal, boy was Minho wrong.

Very, very wrong.

They stung, burned, itched and the swellings were getting worse as the day had gone on. Minho's assumption is he just had to much adrenaline rushing through that pain was the least of his worries.

"Sorry, but not sorry. I had to abandon my room for you, so this was payback." The male nonchalantly spoke pressing cold compressions to one side of Minho's ribs and used hydrogen peroxide disinfectant on the shoulder. He had continued to grip the cupboard deeply sighing from the pain, twitch every so often from being prodded at.

"Still, you could be gentle." Minho flinched at the shift of the male's pressure against his shoulder blade. "What's your name anyways?" Minho breathlessly questioned as the shorter male pulled away placing a tweezer with a red stained cotton ball onto a metal pan and grabbing an adhesive gauze pad.

"Names Changbin, that blonde male over there is Chan. You think I'm rough be careful with him."

Minho took note, if this were tame, he could only imagine what the now blonde male was capable of.

"Names Lee Know..." Minho semi-truthfully spoke, only giving his street nickname. there was no way he was giving his legal name. He hated it to begin with and he didn't quite trust revealing his real name as of this moment only because this Changbin guy seemed to have an attitude problem, however he was fixing his injuries up, so maybe he should be a little grateful.

"What caused this much damage from the looks of it, some are from heavy induced impact? Get into a scrap? The abrasions on the arm look to be a little painful. Some new even some old? I'm curious why you're even here now."