ANGEL ☾ winwin one shots.

love to hate you. [jungwin]

tw // violence and blood.

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sicheng wakes up in cold sweat.

his last memory was someone stabbing him on the stomach. he was on another undercover mission but his cover got blown, and after that... it's blank. he has no idea how he got to the headquarters. let alone here, on his bed.

he touches his stomach, bare of any shirt, and surely enough it's bandaged. the cloth bandage itself is blood-stained. he pokes it experimentally and winces at once when pain spreads through his body. okay, no touching. 

the door clicks open. sicheng snaps up to see his superiors, taeyong and doyoung, and behind them... jungwoo. sicheng couldn't help but to narrow his eyes at him.

" you're awake ." taeyong says in relief. he sits by sicheng's bed while doyoung and jungwoo stand nearby.

sicheng tries to sit up, wincing again when he feels a stinging sensation on his abdomen. taeyong notices this and immediately rearranges the pillows so sicheng can lean back comfortably.

" don't rush yourself ." he reminds gently.

" how long was I knocked out ?" sicheng asks. he looks up to doyoung on purpose because he knows taeyong won't answer him.

" not long ," doyoung pauses. " only a week ."

not long. as far as sicheng's concerned, everyone in this field knows a week equals a lifetime. anything could've happened.

as if he could read sicheng's mind, taeyong smiles and puts his hand on sicheng's. " don't be too hard on yourself. you're badly injured. I've discussed with the others and we all agreed you need rest ."

" I'm fine. it's just a little wound ."

" little wound? winwin, don't be stupid. you lost a litre and half of blood. you were unconscious for a whole week. if jungwoo didn't bring you back that night, god knows what'll happen to you ."

sicheng doesn't know what surprises him more – that he survived after losing lots of blood or he only survived because jungwoo saved him. it's a little hard to wrap his head around the last statement. jungwoo saving him doesn't click right.

knowing jungwoo, he would've let sicheng die without hesitation.

jungwoo – his fellow undercover agent, who's also his rival. despite being in the same group they had never clicked well. last year sicheng had even almost broke jungwoo's arm if johnny didn't step in.

one of the reasons is because sicheng used to be the best undercover agent until jungwoo came along and threatened to steal his spot. and being so smug about it.

so, really. it's more plausible to say the one who stabbed him saved him rather than jungwoo.

jungwoo meets his eyes and the corner of his lips lift up. god, sicheng wants to feel thankful – really, he saved his life – but all he feel is annoyed.

" how are you feeling ?" taeyong asks with a gentle smile. " any better ?"

sicheng shrugs. " beats being in a coma, I guess ."

" does your stomach still hurt ?"

" a bit. when can I go back to work ?"

a disapproving look flashes on both of doyoung and taeyong's faces. sicheng lifts a brow.

" not anytime soon. you'll be resting for now ." doyoung explains.

" what? but I'm fine! really. and I still have my cases –"