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170. Yoon Jisung Mafia AU

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warning: violence, drugs, guns, drinking, sexual harassment

· the first time you saw yoon jisung, you didn't know who he was

· he was clearly injured, with bruises littering one side of his face and a huge open wound on his arm

· you were just a night-shift worker at the local pharmacy, with absolutely no medical knowledge further than what you'd seen on grey's anatomy

· he was clearly in pain though, so you rushed to help him wash the wound out

· "i just need some bandages" he hissed, face scrunched up in pain

· "it's fine, you clearly need help!" you exclaimed, tightly wrapping a bandage around the wound on his arm

· after finding him some bruise cream and helping him pat it on, you rang up a few more packets of bruise cream

· "i hope you feel better!"

· jisung thanked you, sending you a bright smile despite how much pain he was in

· you totally forgot about that strange occurrence until he showed up again, this time with scrapes and scratches running all up and down his exposed arms

· he was dressed in a suit, matted with blood and dirt and all scratched up

· "are you okay? you need to go to a hospital!"

· "no hospital." he said firmly "i just want to buy bandages"

· you frowned, looking at the man

· then you realized that blood was dripping on the floor

· you flipped the "open" sign to closed and quickly led him to the back, grabbing a few supplies before going into the breakroom, where there was a sink

· "where are you hurt?" you asked worriedly, "is your chest hurt?"

· you helped the man ease out of his suit jacket and carefully unbuttoned his white collared shirt, so worried about him that you didn't even realize what was happening

· he stared down at you as you carefully slid off the shirt, cheeks a bit redder than before

· his chest was full of old scars and a single tattoo above his heart of '101′

· "i'm going to clean these, is that okay?" you asked, pointing to the scrapes all along the side of his torso

· he nodded, turning to make it easier for you

· "aren't you being a bit too trusting?" he asked slowly, knuckles turning white from the pain

· "you're hurt," you pointed out "and you're at a pharmacy. i'm not going to be an asshole."

· "thank you"

· you carefully rinsed the scrapes, applying gauze over them before moving on to the ones on his arm.

· "what's your name, anyways? this is the second time this has happened, and i still know nothing about you."

· "jisung." he replied shortly, making you cock an eyebrow.

· "that's it? nothing about yourself?"

· "you don't want to know about me."

· "right. i suppose you're not going to tell me how you got hurt?"