wolf keum x gn!reader
ー ❝Falling in love with someone like me is a dangerous thing.❞
❝I'm willing to take the risk.❞
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weak hero fanfic
date started: Jul/14/23
date ended: --
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Blood splattered on the concrete ground, the cries and groans of pain from people could be heard throughout the dark alleyway.
"P-please... We're sorry sob" a teenage boy cried as he raised his shaky arms up to cover his face from getting hit.
Two other guys were sprawled out on the floor next to him. One was on his side, holding his stomach as blood flowed out of his broken nose. The other was laying on his stomach, almost unconscious, his face covered in blood and cuts.
"P-please, sp-pare us!" The same guy pleaded desperately, his eyes tightly closed shut in fear, unable to look at the perpetrator.
"Tsk."
A kick was sent to his face that was covered by his arms. The teenage boy groaned in agony as he felt his bones crack. He fell down on his back and tucked his broken limbs by his chest as a sob escaped his swollen lips.
"Pathetic." Wolf mumbled, his half-lidded eyes staring blankly at the three bodies scattered on the floor.
He huffed, completely bored of the one-sided fight, before turning away and walking out of the alley. He took out a cigarette and lit it up with a lighter before putting it in between his lips.
Wolf pulled out his phone from his pocket and opened the message icon. He started typing with one hand while the other held the cigarette as he blew out a puff of smoke carelessly.
The purple haired delinquent leaned on a nearby wall, continuing to smoke in an unbothered manner despite everything that had happened, and even if the sound of broken and pained sobs still echoed from the alley.
His knuckles were red, his left cheek had a cut, while his clothes had a few red splatters of blood, which were mostly not his, but he remained unbothered by it, continuing to smoke his lungs out with his mind drifting through the clouds.
"You look awful."
He turned his sharp eyes towards the direction of the voice, glaring at whoever decided to interrupt his smoking time and saw a tuff of (h/c) hair. Wolf's frown vanished as he huffed, his sharp gaze returning back to normal.
"I got a bit carried away."
"A bit?" [name] mumbled, their eyes trailing towards the alleyway just beside the wall Wolf was leaning on and saw three bloodied guys on the ground.
They grimaced and turned their gaze away, now looking back at the apathetic boy, "hm, let's get you patched up."
They ushered him to sit on a nearby bench as they took out the small first aid kit inside their bag, sitting down on the bench beside Wolf. [name] took the boy's left hand and started gently applying disinfectant on his red knuckles.
Wolf silently let them do their thing as he stared at the sky with a blank look while taking a drag of his cigarette. He exhaled the smoke into the sky, his head slightly tilted to the opposite direction of where his newly acquired acquaintance was while he blew the smoke out into the open air.
The two of them were quiet for most of the session, [name] completely focused on tending his wounds while Wolf spaced out.
After finishing with tending his knuckles in both hands, they gently tapped the delinquent on his shoulder to grab his attention, "I need to patch that one up too."
They tapped their left cheek before pointing at his, where the cut he received remained untreated. Wolf just nodded and shifted on his seat, turning to face his personal medic.
[name] carefully held his chin up, turning his head to get better access to his wound. They then began to dab the piece of cotton on his cut, making sure to clean it nicely so no infections would occur.
Wolf's eyes drifted towards their face, their eyebrows were knitted together in deep concentration, their nose twitching occasionally as they narrowed their eyes, completely focused on their task at hand.
It was honestly adorable.
Wait, what?–
Did he really just think that? What the fuck–
"All done!"
The purple haired teen snapped out of his thoughts when he heard their voice. The feeling of their warm hand on his cheek disappearing made him frown slightly.
Wolf cleared his throat and shifted on the bench, trying to get rid of these weird thoughts that suddenly appeared in his head.
As the boy was having an internal crisis, [name] checked the time on their phone, "It's 12:28 pm, wanna go grab lunch?" They asked, looking up towards Wolf as they waited for an answer.
The purple haired delinquent nodded slightly then stood up from the bench, the cigarette loosely hanging between his lips, a small frown still etched on his face as he tries his best to forget the stupid thoughts that lingered within his mind.
He dropped his cigarette on the ground, stepping on it to put it out before picking it up and throwing it in the nearest trash bin. Wolf then glanced at his cutman before turning his gaze away as he remembered what he had just thought earlier.
"Sure, let's go." He grumbled and started walking ahead, not bothered to wait for them to catch up with his large strides which made it seem as if he was running away from something.
