Well spent extra vacation days - Seek x Reader.

CH5. The Halls of Awkward Greetings.

Well, this was certainly not what you had expected would happen when you stepped into the hotel. Not even thirty minutes ago you got separated from all of your best friends, who might as well be dead, for all you know, and now you're being carried by some weirdly flirtatious monster that just got done chasing you. How absolutely splendid.

  'What the fuck? Put me down,' you protest as the monster, Seek, apparently, throws you over his shoulder in one swift motion, as if you were as light as a feather.

  'Aren't you ungrateful?' he says, voice tinted with amusement.

'Oh, I'm sorry, please excuse me for not being more appreciative of your efforts to not kill me!' you reply slightly frustrated. Just how big is this guy's ego?

He doesn't say anything in reply, just continues walking until he reaches a bedroom somewhere in room 34.
(seek doors r34 (i'm kidding))

In there, he places you less than gently on a bed. You sit up in the bed and watch as he digs through the drawers of a nearby desk.

'Ah, there they are,' and he approaches you with a roll of bandage, a pack of gauze and some disinfecting alcohol.

'Damn, didn't know I could find that sort of stuff here,' you mutter.

'You can't. What, you think I leave these out for every idiot to take?' he smirks.

'Pardon?' you reply almost immediately, though he completely ignores it and sits down beside you.

'You will have to remove your pants,' he states simply.
(he wants you fr)

'What?' you ask, very confused.

'In order for me to clean and wrap your wound,' he clarifies. 'How else do you expect me to be able to reach it?'

You scoff. 'Yeah, no thanks, I literally just met you, not to mention that you chased me like in some goddamn horror movie; not a very good first impression, I'll tell you that. I can do it myself.'

'Okay, tell me how you will do it.'

You look at him and tilt your head in confusion.

'I need to be convinced that you can, indeed, do it yourself.'
(fucking annoying ass bitch i know)

'Oh my God, seriously? I'll figure it out, can't be that hard...'

He stays silent, simply watching you. You don't know what else to say, so you do the same. After a few moments of awkwardness, you finally speak 'okay, fine, you can do it, but you better not be a fucking creep about it.'
(he's a creep he's a weirdo guys)

He merely scoffs and looks away as you take your pants off. 'Alright, do it quickly,' you say.

You see him pour some of the alcohol on a piece of gauze, then his cold hands are gripping your thigh lightly.

'This will sting,' he warns, and before you know it he's pressing the gauze on your torn skin.

'Ah!' you yelp, not expecting him to proceed so fast. You hand flies to his shoulder without realising and you grip it tightly.

'Sorry,' he whispers as he continues to disinfect your wound.

He's done in less than five minutes, to your relief. Only when he pulls his hands away do you notice how tightly your hand is clenched on his shoulder, and you pull away so fast you almost startle him.

He chuckles once he sees your disgusted expression. 'Can't get enough of me, already?' he says in a smooth voice.

'Says the guy who insisted on me removing my pants,' you retort.

He just shakes his head and grabs you thigh, a little more forcefully this time. He pushes your leg up so that your foot is planted against the bed and your wound exposed. He wraps it carefully in bandage with more skill that you would have expected him to have.

'Finished,' he finally proclaims, looking away as you redress yourself.

  'Uh, thanks...?' you say, awkwardly. You suppose it was nice of him to do that, because truthfully you would have just carried on with a bleeding leg, limping. Still, he did give you the scare of your life, and running away from him definitely put more pressure on your leg than a normal walk would have, so really, he owed you this much.

  'Don't thank me, I couldn't have left a wounded little lamb like you wandering these halls by itself,' he smirks.

  Oh wow. Some nerve this guy has.

  'Well, I tried being nice,' you sigh. 'Goodbye,' and you stand up, wobbling a little on your feet, but still managing to walk to the door.

  Though as soon as you reach for the doorknob, a hand plants itself on the door above your head.

  'Now, you don't think you're leaving on your own, do you?' Seek says, the smirk in his voice evident.