Sangwoo x Yoonbum: If Things Were Different

Bandages

He invited me into his house. INTO. HIS. HOUSE. I didn't think I would be in here again... why would he let me in? I broke into his house?! Maybe he thought it was romantic?

"There's eggs in the fridge, and bread on top. Toaster on the counter... whatever. Just rummage around, I don't have any secrets." Sangwoo smirked. "Not in the kitchen at least."

"Oh. Ok." Yoonbum awkwardly started towards the kitchen. Sangwoo opened the door to the hall bathroom.

"Right! The bandages. Can't have you cooking with the old nasty ones on."

Yoonbum stopped in the hallway and could her Sangwoo moving stuff around in the bathroom closet.

"Here." Sangwoo said, tossing Yoonbum a clear plastic container of basic medical supplies.

"T-thank you." Yoonbum nervously muttered as he caught the bin in a frantic manner.

The bathroom door closed and the shower started shortly after.

He's showering right now. With me here... he's so close... and naked...

Yoonbum violently shook his head.

Stop. Don't be weird. Or, weirder than you already are...
Focus.
Bandages.
Kitchen.

Yoonbum made his way into the kitchen, and sat the first aid kit on the dining table. Inside, he found a small pair of scissors and a roll of new bandage. He rolled up his pant legs to his knees, and used the scissors to cut off the damp bandages. Yoonbum assessed the damage remaining on his shins. Nearly a week ago his uncle came at him with the metal end of a belt. It's hard to remember the details of how it got to that point, but Yoonbum ended up backed into a corner, knees up to his chest and trying to shield himself.

Besides some light bruising and one particularly bad gnash on his left leg, they weren't looking too bad. That one cut was probably going to scar, but it's not like it was going to stand out among the others.

Yoonbum cleaned up his legs a bit and dried them off with paper towels before wrapping some bandage around a section of his left leg just below the knee. He had come bandaging higher up on his thighs, but he wasn't about to remove his pants in Sangwoo's kitchen. He took off his jacket and lifted up his shirt a little to peel off the large bandaid he had near his hip bone. The cut looked like it might be getting infected, so Yoonbum found some antibacterial ointment in the container and put a good amount on it as he tried to recall what exactly happened there.

Was this from the broken bottle? How would it..? Could the countertop corner have cut me? Ah, what does it matter...

Once a new bandaid was placed, and he had assessed the status of various other wounds on his torso, Yoonbum released his shirt from his grip, letting its dark fabric rest against his worn, faded jeans. He reached up to pull off the tape that was holding some gauze to his neck, and then realized he didn't have a mirror to look at the cut there. He poked it a bit with two fingers. Hardly any blood was transferred, so he proceeded to wipe it clean and leave it how it was.

Rolling up his sleeves as far as they went, Yoonbum began to unravel the bandages on his arms. Using scissors on this part didn't always work out well for Yoonbum, as sometimes the pointed end of the scissor poked into, or got caught in the cuts.

"You haven't started cooking yet?"

Sangwoo's voice made Yoonbum nearly jump from his seat. It didn't  calm him much when he looked in the direction of the voice either, as Sangwoo was standing in the kitchen doorway in nothing but the white towel around his waist. Crimson flooded Yoonbum's pale face as he frantically tried to compose himself. He tried to quickly finish unraveling his arm bandage, but it was stuck at his sleeve.

"I'm sorry- I- I'll get st-started- Just the-these bandages..." Yoonbum muttered as he stood from his seat, trying to pull his sleeve down over his partially unraveled bandage.

"Lift your arms." Suddenly Sangwoo was much, much closer, and hand his hands at the bottom hem of Yoonbum's shirt. There was a slight mischievous smile twisted on his lips. He seemed to enjoy how flustered Yoonbum was getting.

"Huh?" Yoonbum blinked as he looked up at Sangwoo.

"Arms. Up."

Yoonbum felt his stomach become exposed as Sangwoo took it upon himself to remove his shirt. Instinctively he grabbed the edges and pushed back down against Sangwoo's strong grip.

"It'll be much easier if you cooperate." Sangwoo said, in a tone that was hard to determine if it was joking or not.

"Uhm, sorry, I just- I don't... uh..." Yoonbum was unsure of what to do in this situation. Or even what he wanted in this situation. He looked at the floor with his arms still across his torso to keep his shirt in place.

"Don't make it weird. You need to take off your shirt if you're gonna replace those bandages. I'm in my towel, I'm sure you could lose the shirt."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just don't-"

"And stop apologizing all the time. It's annoying."

"Sor- Uh- ok... I'm just not... comfortable... I have a lot of scars and stuff. You don't want to see..." Yoonbum fidgeted with the fabric of his shirt as he spoke.

"Oh for fucks' sake." Sangwoo rolled his eyes and pulled Yoonbum's wrists away from his body, attempting to lift the shirt over his head.

"Ah!" Yoonbum swatted Sangwoo's arms away as they began removing his shirt.

Sangwoo took another step closer, causing Yoonbum to fall backwards into the floor. The fall was somewhat slowed by the fact that Sangwoo still had a hold on his shirt, but then he ended up falling too.

Sangwoo's muscular body looked over Yoonbum as the forced the shirt off of him.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Sangwoo asked, sitting up with a knee on either side of Yoonbum's body.

Yoonbum laid there, with pink cheeks and shallow breaths.

"Now we can we can fix those fucked up arms of yours." Sangwoo stood up and looked at Yoonbum before turning back towards the table upon which the first aid kit sat. "You getting up, shy guy?"

Yoonbum propped himself up on his elbows, and tried to form any sort of verbal communication. He adjusted his legs in hopes that the growing erection in his pants wasn't as noticeable. "Uhm... Sangwoo?"

"What?" Sangwoo turned back to face him, rolled bandaging in hand.

"Y-your towel..." Yoonbum forced himself to look to the side.

"Well look at that." Sangwoo briefly looked down, seeming to be amused but not alarmed. He then looked at the uneasy mess of a person on the floor. He smirked when he saw the bulge in his crotch. "Got yourself a good look, did ya? Or was our little tussle enough to get you going?"