Bad Ideas •TomBoo•

Chapter 2 - Just On Night

TW - Cursing, Mention Of Self Harm, Drunk, Mention Of Sex

~Ranboo's Pov~

'Fucking cowards'

I rubbed at the part of my arm that was grabbed harshly. It had a slight burning and ached sensation.

"Are you okay?" The blond man called 'Tommy' walked over to me.

I stared into his concerned eyes before looking at the ground.

"I-I'm fine-" I didn't get to finish my sentence.

'Tommy' pulled on my arm that was hurt towards him to see.

He looked at the marks on it.

He turned my arm over, that's when he saw the other marks on my bottom wrist.

"S-stop please, it hurts" It hurt so much when he grabbed my arm.

The marks made by the men burned. The cuts weren't fully healed. They could open easily with a sudden hard pull.

He immediately let go of my arm when he heard me.

I covered my arm up with the sleeve of my jacket.

He stared silently at me.

I once again stared at the floor.

I heard him sigh loudly.

"Do you want me you heal those injure?" He looked away from me.

He was blushing a small tint of pink.

"Yes please," I said quickly after.

He grabbed my hand and started to pull me out of the room. I tried to keep up but what would you expect from someone drunk as hell?

I was barely standing up on my own two feet.

Somehow by the time we got to the 3rd floor I was still standing.

Tommy pulled me into a room that seemed fancy. It was very pretty too. It had vines and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling of the room.

It was much nicer than any of the other rooms.

"Hey come over here!" I was snapped out of my trace of thought.

I saw the blond poking his head out of a door leading into a bathroom.

I quickly walked over to him trying not to tilt over and fall.

I made it to the door he was poking out of and entered.

It wasn't a big bathroom but it wasn't small either. He was waiting by the sink looking at me.

I stopped right next to him and held out my arm.

"It's going to hurt a little, tell me if it hurt too much or if I'm pushing down too hard okay?" He said grabbing a cotton ball and bottle of alcoholic medicine.

I nodded my head gently, it already hurt bad enough.

He dipped the cotton ball in the alcohol medicine that had a very strong scent.

Tommy turned my arm over to where the cuts were.

"When did you do these if I may ask?"