ALL BARK NO BITE | SADISTIC BEAUTY SPINOFF

Chapter 19

~ Teacher's Lounge, Hanguk University, Daehak-dong, Gwanak-gu, Seoul

Wookyung stepped back, looking stunned. Slowly, he looked down at the hand resting on Minho's Adam's apple and saw fresh blood soaking the wound. "You storm in here, half an hour late, walking and talking strange and then this...". Taking a deep breath, Minho stepped away from him, loosening his tie and crouching down his desk to open a bottom drawer, pulling out a first aid box. "Do you all get one??" Wookyung asked.

Minho sighed and looked up, shaking his head "Someone gave told me to keep it a while back in case I needed it". He stood up and unzipped the bag on his desk, pulling out gauze and cotton, unwrapping them from their sterile packaging. "I can try to stop the bleeding for now, but you need to get to a hospital immediately". "No!" Wookyung's face turned red as he refused and extended his hand "Just do it here" he insisted.

Minho gulped, looking at the blood "Look... it's not up to me. Even the aid centre here closes after 4 pm... that's serious and I'm not a professional" he said, rolling the cotton out "Please go to a hospital-". "I don't want to go!!" Wookyung protested loudly and Minho threw up his hands "It's your hand! Do what you want with it!! cut it off for all I care..." he started to put away the dressing but Wookyung pulled him back by the elbow.

"I'm not purposely trying to be difficult..." he knit his brows, pleading "I wish it was as simple as walking in and being done with it but I really can't stand the hospital, it's triggering and it's not easy for me to just go..." he explained and Minho's face softened a little "You..." he sighed deeply, turning to him "How old is this?" he pointed to his knuckles. "I don't know, an hour? 2 hours... I washed it and forgot about it" he casually climbed up on the desk as Minho studied the wound.

He gingerly touched the broken skin around it "There's no bone showing... just skin, do you feel like anything's broken?" he looked up, raising a brow to which Wookyung responded by flexing his wrist and shaking his head, showing him. Minho nodded slowly "Hm... Alright" he squeezed the cotton, applying gentle pressure to stop the bleeding "Then it just needs cleaning and redressing" he said out loud, his voice soft.

"Just be mindful of it after that and don't aggravate the wound!" he peevishly advised him, noticing that the wad of cotton soaked lesser and lesser with blood. Minho sighed with relief and Wookyung felt reassured too. A moment of silence passed between them, Wookyung lightly dangling his legs off the desk as Minho lightly hummed to himself, nursing the wound "You seem pumped on adrenaline" he noted.

"That's why the vessels ruptured through the clot and started bleeding" he pressed a fresh pad of cotton and cushioned it around his knuckles. Their foreheads were in bumping distance of each other. "How did you become so experienced with first aid?" Wookyung followed his deft fingers tending to his hand with learned efficiency. "I..." Minho trailed, his unstrained voice was the sweetest thing Wookyung had ever heard.

Minho tucked a lock of hair behind his ear "I learned it from someone... I also have to save costs on medical help so I usually just do it myself" he trailed. "Is that so..." Wookyung subconsciously bit his lip, realising that Minho was standing between his spread legs as he held one end of the gauze and started wrapping it around his hand. If they could just... "This looks like deliberate trauma, like you punched something hard on purpose"

Wookyung remained quiet as he stared at Minho busily covering his wound. He knew he had hit the mark, judging from Wookyung's silence but he might've made up a believable excuse if he wasn't so distracted. Minho's long lashes swept his cheek every time he blinked, he wanted to put a finger where his lashes fell so they could brush against him too. It occurred to him that he had never properly touched Minho's face. Not that he would let him.