Not Perfect Night, Doomed Night -[BBANGSAZ AU]

10.) Blue Ballz (Side Story)

Minji's POV:

I walked home from that practice with my my tail tucked between my legs. The pain shooting up to my kidneys at its worst. I was groaning at every step I took in pain. Why, oh why, did it have to hit me there? My head would've been a preferable target—maybe it would've knocked some sense into me, too.

This was going to be a long, long week.

----------------------------------------

As soon as I got home, I made a beeline for the bathroom, my mind solely focused on assessing the damage. Locking the door behind me, I gingerly unbuttoned my pants, wincing as I slid them down. I really, really didn't want to see what the ball had done to my boys, but there was no avoiding it. Time to bite the bullet.

"Oh God... oh fuck... GREAT HEAVENS!" I practically screamed.

There it was, in all its grotesque glory—engorged, purple, and hideous. Not that my dick looked pretty to begin with or anything, but now it looked like something straight out of a horror movie. And the pain? It was worse than I imagined, like ten times worse.It felt like someone was jabbing a red-hot poker right into my groin, twisting it for good measure—and enjoying every second of it.

Ditching the pants and only clad in boxers and T-shirt. I waddled albeit awkwardly to the fridge to make a makeshift ice pack.

Grabbing handfuls of ice and shoving them into a ziplock baggie, I trudged back to my room. Getting comfortable in my office chair by my desk, I gingerly placed the makeshift ice pack on my crotch. "YOWZA!" I yelped, curling into a tight ball. The cold burned like nothing else, making me question every life choice that had led to this moment. I suddenly understood why cows hate being branded—if this is what it felt like, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. Well, maybe on Hanni, but no one else.

I could already picture the week ahead: ice, more ice, and yet more ice. Ice was going to become my best friend and possibly my only hope for survival. 

----------------------------------------

This was one persistent bruise. We're talking over a week—maybe a week and a half—of pure, unadulterated misery. Sure, the swollen, purple monstrosity that had consumed my entire package had finally started to subside. But now, it was like all that bruising had concentrated itself right on my ball sack, leaving it with this nasty, swollen, slightly blue tint. It was like my balls had decided to play chameleon, but, you know, with just one very unfortunate color.

I've done all that I know to cure bruises. Ice packs, warm water soaks, I even forked over some cash for these fancy compression boxers, hoping they'd somehow help the blood flow in the area and speed up the healing process. But after all of that, my balls were still blue. I was running out of options and I needed a remedy that was going to speed this whole healing process up. Because frankly, my nut sack wasn't feeling like a nut sack anymore, it felt more like a heavy kettlebell that hung below my shaft.

Going anywhere was torture. The idea of sitting down sounded like a dream, but the reality? Absolute hell. Every time I tried to get comfortable, these sharp, shooting pains would fire off from my balls straight up to my spleen, like my body was punishing me for daring to move. I'd never wished for teleportation powers more in my life—just zap myself from bed to class and back again without the excruciating middle part.

I was reluctant to get help from my friends since Danielle was in her depression slump and Haerin was probably buried under a mountain of pre-med coursework. Wait a minute—Haerin! Pre-med! Why didn't I think of this sooner? She's basically a doctor already, right? Or at least she knows more about anatomy than I do, which at this point, was all I needed. Fuck -I mentally cursed at myself- why didn't I think of this sooner.

I scrambled for my phone, my fingers flying over the screen as I swiped to Haerin's contact. Without hesitation, I fired off a text: HURRY QUICK COME TO MY DORM I AM IN DIRE HELP.

With a tap I sent the text. Five minutes, no response. Seven and a half minutes, still no response. I was ready to chuck my phone out of frustration when a notification pinged on my phone signaling that she had seen it. Damn you Haerin, give me a response or an emoji at least. But whatever this was a faster response than what I usually get which could mean a 'seen' notification in a couple days or never.