Ten Hearts

Emerald Green Gown (1)

before u jump into this oneshot, i was literally itching to write but had no ideas so i went to this generator thingy that gave me 3 items and they were:

a painting of a mansion, memories of childhood, an emerald green gown

i wanted to expand on this idea and make a fanfic (normal me behaviour) BUT GAVE UP!!!! but basically, quick backstory, the boys left sang to go to a mission for ages and then she joins the academy (gabriel made her an emerald green gown and the boys made it like super cool with weapons n stuff). they meet each other again when she's 18 and sang's like pissed off at them. they have to do a joint mission where they try and find this billionaire's secret and sang has to cover as a maid of the billionaire's wife in their mansion while the boys become bodyguards, stylists etc.. someone is trying to assassinate sang as well !!!!

BUT THAT'S THE BACKSTORY OF THIS!!!! honestly if anyone wants to adopt this idea or write their own spin of this, then be my freaking guest !!!!

i also completely forgot i wrote this until i found it a couple days ago. my heart actually dropped when i realised i made sang to be stabbed AHHAAHHA. extremely unfinished as well, #gaveup

wc 645

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Blood seeped through the thin material, coating my pale fingers red, like a child carelessly painting on a large canvas. A bitter laugh escaped my mouth. This wasn't supposed to happen; this deep stab wound wasn't supposed to happen; me becoming that picture of a child wasn't supposed to happen.

I applied pressure on the wound, ensuring I wouldn't lose any blood as I limped outside the mansion, away from her body, away from the coldness of the building. I needed to get away.

I wanted my boys.

With every footstep was a sharp inhale, and with every sharp inhale was a pounding in my skull and my wound becoming more than one could handle; I needed Sean, someone, anyone. I was alone walking in the night.

I couldn't get enough breaths out. My chest felt like someone stuffed a bunch of razors inside, pushing against my heart painfully and slicing it open. I couldn't breathe. Everything was turning.

"Sang?" A rush of footsteps then suddenly I was in somebody's arms. Two fingers at my pulse. A hand at my forehead. Arms encircling my back carefully and under my legs. The smell of ginger.

"Shit. She needs medical attention."

"You're the fucking doctor, Sean!"

"I-" I felt lips on the top of my hair. The movement was fast, but I could feel the desperation in the kiss. "I know. I'm going to have to do this at the back of the car." I heard the car door open as Sean carefully lowered me onto the leather seat.

"Light... headed..." I said, my throat parched and eyes unwillingly closing. Sean started rambling incoherent words underneath his breath, but the only thing I heard was: "It's okay, baby."

The door behind me opened and I felt someone playing with my hair, gently but quickly.

"Trouble, you are, missy," Gabriel said. His voice was so soft that I would've missed it if it wasn't for him massaging my head, making me aware of how touchy he was with me.

"I'm-" I coughed once. I tasted metal. Fuck.

Gabriel's hand stilled as blood unwillingly fell down the side of my mouth, then the shouting started.

"Doc, she's coughing up fucking blood."

A hand twisted my face to look ahead and I felt a thumb caress my cheek.

"Sang? Did you bite your tongue? Cheek?" Sean's voice was calm, collected. It reminded me of when we first met, him not wanting to show any feelings to get the job done. Before I could do anything, gentle hands pushed me upright and I felt a warm chest behind my back. I was basically on Gabriel's lap.

I swallowed and immediately regretted it as blood came down, and I sputtered. My waist burned up, my wound screaming painfully, my coughs becoming more frequent.

"God damn, Sang." Gabriel's hand rubbed the silk on my back. "Always making us worried."

"Not," a deep breath, "intentional." I took a couple more deep breaths and opened my eyes to see Sean's green eyes staring down at me, his features soft and a small smile on his face. I felt my heart pick up a couple beats and I willed myself not to swallow again.

"Cheek or tongue?"

I stuck my tongue out and Sean scoffed out a laugh, amused at my action. He pried open my mouth and started rotating my head, left, right, back, front, all while my tongue was out as if a dentist was looking at my teeth.

He nodded his head and swiftly placed a kiss on my forehead. I tried to withhold a small grin, but failed. God, this man was so quick with his actions it actually made me swoon.

"Oy, why is she covering her face?" We didn't say anything as Sean packed his doctor things up and placed them in the passenger seat at the front.