「 CHILD SUPPORT 」 Minsung

Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ２

He finally heard the music stop, and progressively felt sorry for disturbing somebody at 10:14 PM for a first aid kit. The light sound of his own blood hitting the neighbours' doormat—terribly fashionable doormat: a cat brandishing a middle finger, while saying 'come back with a warrant' in cursive, giving this doormat a Chaotic Neutral vibe— made him remember why he was bothering someone, and the throbbing in his finger made him feel validated in his disinfectant raid.

The door suddenly creaked open and a man stood in front of Jisung.

"- Yeah?" The man was slightly taller than Jisung, and a part of his hair was tied on the top of his head in a weird bun. He was panting. Sweat was dripping from his face, his shirt had patches and was sticking to his body, and his face was beet red. Damn, I think he was fucking somebody and using the music to block the noises, Jisung thought, suddenly awkward with the presence of the seemingly exhausted man. Said male raised an eyebrow, indicating he was probably waiting for an answer to his 'yeah'.

"- Ah! Um, yes, hello, I'm your new neighbour, good morning. I mean no, good evening. Good evening actually sounds too posh so I'll just go with hi. So hi! Do you have any not-empty-first-aid-kit? Or any disinfectant, really," Jisung blabbered. Well damn , talk about straight forward. The man stood there, wide eyed, still panting.

"- Okay, uh... What?" The silver haired male looked dumbfounded. When he recovered, he stood up straight, leaned on the doorframe and crossed his arms on his chest. He seemed calm and inviting.

"- You just spluttered too much information in a too little time frame. So breath, take into account that I don't normally bite, and ask again, even if I maybe can't help you." He said, trying to reassure Jisung. The latter took his advices and applied them. Breath in, breath out. It's just a human. And this one seems kind.

"- Okay, so I sort of need something to disinfect a wound? I don't have anything to do it myself, my first aid kit is empty... So, would you be able to let me borrow a bottle of disinfectant? And a small pack of bandages, too.

- Hm, sure! I'm a regular in that stuff, I always end up hurting myself somehow. I have multiple disinfectants though, so how was your wound made? And where is it?" The silver haired male inquired, while eyeing Jisung up and down. The latter showed his hand, and before even starting to explain from what the four holes were, the male hummed.

"- Hmmm, cat bite?" Jisung nodded, slightly surprised at the accuracy of the other.

"- Well shoot, no idea of what you've done to make this cat that mad, but they sure as heck didn't think twice!" He seemed shocked at the severity of the wound and focused entirely on Jisung's finger. He distractedly mumbled "Can I see closer?" And when the navy haired male hummed, he took his hand and manipulated it in many angles, bending it, twisting it, apologising when Jisung winced. He then kept Jisung's hand in his grasp, and tugged him through his apartment.

They arrived in a bathroom. The slightly taller male indicated Jisung to wash his hands with water and soap first, and searched—most possibly searched disinfectant and dressings—in a cabinet, before coming back to Jisung. The navy blue haired male was trying to get rid of the dried blood on his hand without hurting himself even further. Jisung was cautiously cleaning the four holes the canines had made, scrunching his face in disconfort, before the silver haired male raised his voice.

"- Woah, that's mad stuff! When you scrunch your face you look like... like a puppy? No, some sort of hamster, maybe?" The silver-haired male was leaning on the cabinet, waiting for Jisung to finish, wide eyed by his discovery, and they looked at each other by the mirror of the sink. The slightly taller male then quickly apologised, believing Jisung thought that comment was rude.