𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 - lookism

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As Goo carried you into his place, you immediately noticed Gun standing in the living room, leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers. The smell of smoke filled the room, mingling with the tension in the air. Gun's sharp eyes followed your every movement as Goo gently placed you on the couch.

"You're back," Gun said, exhaling a cloud of smoke, his tone neutral but his gaze calculating. His eyes briefly flicked over to you, assessing your condition.

Goo didn't respond immediately. He seemed focused on making sure you were comfortable, adjusting a cushion behind your back. Once satisfied, he straightened up and looked at Gun. "We need to talk," he said, his voice calm but with an underlying edge.

Gun took another drag from his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray. "I figured," he replied, moving to sit down across from you and Goo. "The Workers won't stop after this. They'll escalate."

You could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on you, but at the moment, all you could focus on was the exhaustion pulling at your body. Goo's presence was reassuring, but the reality of what you had just been through and what was coming next lingered heavily.

Goo glanced at you, noticing how tired you looked. "We'll deal with it," he said to Gun, his tone firm, as if there was no room for argument. "But right now, she needs to rest."

Gun nodded slightly, his expression softening just a fraction. "Alright. But we need to strategize soon. They won't give us much time."

Goo didn't reply, his attention already back on you. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle. "Get some rest. We'll figure this out," he said, his voice softer now, almost soothing.

You nodded, feeling the stress of the past hours starting to drain away. As your eyes began to close, you heard Gun and Goo talking in low voices, their conversation turning to the plans they'd need to make to keep you safe.

In that moment, you allowed yourself to trust them, knowing that whatever came next, you wouldn't face it alone.

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When you wake up, the room is quiet, with only the soft hum of the air conditioner breaking the silence. You immediately notice that your leg feels more secure, and when you look down, you see that your bandage has been changed—neater and more professionally done than before.

The faint scent of antiseptic lingers in the air, and you realize that someone must have taken care of your wounds while you were asleep. The room is dimly lit by the morning light filtering through the curtains, casting soft shadows on the walls.

You push yourself up slowly, your body still sore but the pain in your leg slightly dulled. As you sit up, you notice a glass of water and some painkillers on the nightstand beside the bed. Goo must have left them there for you.

Before you can reach for the glass, the door creaks open, and Goo steps inside, holding a tray with some food—toast, eggs, and fruit. His usual smirk is absent, replaced by a look of concern as he meets your eyes.

"You're awake," he says, setting the tray down gently on the nightstand. "How are you feeling?"

You glance down at your leg, then back at him. "Better, I think. Thanks for the bandage."

He shrugs, trying to play it off, but you can tell he's relieved. "You needed it. Figured you'd be more comfortable this way."

You reach for the glass of water, taking a sip before you speak again. "You stayed up to take care of me?"

Goo leans against the wall, crossing his arms. "Didn't really feel like sleeping after all that." He gives you a half-smile. "Besides, it's not every day I get to play nurse."

Despite everything, you find yourself smiling back. "Well, you did a good job. Thanks."

Goo nods, his eyes softening as he watches you. "Eat something, then rest more if you need to. We've got some plans to make, but that can wait until you're stronger."

As you start eating, you notice the way he keeps an eye on you, as if making sure you're really okay. The atmosphere is more relaxed now, a small comfort amidst the chaos of the last few days. And as you eat, you realize that, for now, you're safe, and that's enough.

Once you finish eating you move over and ask Goo to sit next to you, as soon as he does you pull him back making him lie down next you.

Goo hesitates for a moment, surprised by your sudden move, but he eventually relaxes into your embrace. As he lies beside you, his head resting gently on your chest, and his arm wrapped around your waist, you begin to stroke his hair softly. The tension in his body slowly melts away under your touch, and you can feel his breathing start to even out as he begins to unwind.

"Just close your eyes and rest," you whisper, your voice soothing. "I'll watch over you, just like you did for me."

Goo's initial reluctance fades, and he allows himself to sink further into the comfort you're offering. He mumbles something under his breath, too quiet to make out, but you can sense the gratitude in his tone. It's a side of him you rarely see—vulnerable, unguarded, and trusting.

As you continue to stroke his hair, the silence in the room becomes a comforting blanket around you both. The events of the past few days seem distant now, and all that matters in this moment is the quiet connection between the two of you.

Goo's breathing becomes deeper and more rhythmic, indicating that he's finally fallen asleep. You continue to hold him, your hand moving gently through his hair, offering him the peace he needs.

For the first time in what feels like forever, there's a sense of calm, a brief reprieve from the chaos. And as you lie there, watching over him, you realize that in this moment, you both find comfort and safety in each other's presence.

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