loosely based on claire and matt's relationship in daredevil season 1 episode 1-4 LMAO idk i'm just on episode 4 so if their relationship changes as the plot moves forward, well, i wouldn't know.
tw: injury, treating of injury
if u feel uncomfy with the above topics (it'll just be mentions of it & no gory details at all), pls click away as this won't be the one-shot for you!
(this is super super light angst btw. like, compared to all my other angsts this is nothing)
(also there's a lil' bit of fluff if u squint)
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another night of san barging into wooyoung's home. this time, surprisingly, san knocked on the door. therefore, wooyoung didn't think that 'huh, maybe this might be the guy that stumbles into my home with his stomach stabbed and head bashed into a wall' before opening the door. when san fell onto wooyoung's arms, his sister screamed and covered her mouth.
"it's okay, noona!" wooyoung reassured her and threw her a quick smile, "don't worry. he's my friend. he likes getting into fights and i just help him, y'know, stitch him up and stuff. uh, why don't you-"
"a-are you sure we don't need to call an a-ambulance or some-something?" wooyoung could tell how distressed his older sister was feeling. he doesn't blame her, honestly, because wooyoung felt just like this when he first saw san like this, if not ten times more frightened.
san and wooyoung knew each other before san decided to take on this 'i'll save everyone's asses but mine' act and decided to become a hero. now, of course, san was famous for his acts of quote-unquote kindness ("you do still kill people." wooyoung pointed out once when he was tending to one of san's many wounds, to which the older winced at the alcoholic cotton ball touching the surface of the bloody injury, "so are you really a hero?"
san only chuckled shallowly, replying, "captain america probably killed twice the amount of people i killed during the war. is he really a hero, then?"
wooyoung stayed quiet for the rest of the night and didn't ask this question ever again, because he knew that san was right.)
and was now known to the public as "the masked guy who saved my life". san didn't have an official hero name yet, which pisses wooyoung a lot since, well, he didn't have a hero name to tease san about.
"no, noona, it's fine." wooyoung replied. he gently placed san on the opposite couch to the one he and his sister was just sitting on a few minute ago before san very rudely interrupted, "it's fine. i'll take care of him. you wanna come back another time, maybe?"
his sister nodded and without uttering another word, grabbed her stuff and showed herself out. wooyoung sighed, finally facing san and examining san's wounds this time. two puncture wounds on the right side of his torso, quite a deep cut on his left forearm, a shallower cut on his right ankle and finally, the grandest of them all, a bruised lip and loads, loads more of surface cuts on his face.
"what? you checking me out now?" san joked, a light chuckle forcing its way out of his mouth only for him to hiss at the pain he was feeling at his torso.
wooyoung didn't fight the heat rushing to his face. this was normal, san flirting his way to make himself feel better. it doesn't make wooyoung feel any better about san being this injured constantly, but somehow, san's careless flirting always seemed to make him feel lighter and less burdened. almost like he didn't have san's life on the line every time he removes a branch or something like that from his body.
