Fighter || Lookism x Reader

15

When you finally woke up, the sterile smell of the hospital room was the first thing you noticed. Groggy and disoriented, you blinked against the harsh light, your body aching all over. As your vision cleared, you turned your head to see Goo perched in a chair beside your bed, flipping through his phone with a bored expression. Gun stood by the window, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the city skyline outside.

The sight of them both there sent a strange mix of relief and annoyance through you. "What are you two doing here?" you croaked, your voice raspy from disuse.

Goo glanced up, a smirk spreading across his face. "Well, hello to you too, princess. Sleep well?"

You tried to sit up, only to hiss in pain as your ribs protested. "What do you think?"

Gun turned at the sound of your voice, his sharp eyes locking onto you. "You're awake." His voice was calm, measured, but there was something beneath it—a tension you rarely heard from him.

"How'd you find out I was here?" you asked, leaning back against the pillows and wincing at the dull throb in your head.

Goo leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I kept an eye on you when you mentioned the school trip."

Gun's gaze didn't waver. "What happened? We heard an instructor got arrested too."

You sighed, the memories of the fight creeping back. Your silence told the two boys exactly what they needed to know.

Goo let out a low whistle. "Well he looked worse than you, I'll give you that."

You glared at him, but there was no real heat behind it. "Thanks, Goo. That's so helpful."

Gun stepped closer, his eyes scanning the bandages on your arms and the faint bruising on your face. "What was his name?"

You hesitated, your gaze dropping. "It's over. I handled it."

"Handled it?" Gun's tone sharpened, and you flinched slightly under his piercing gaze. "You're lying in a hospital bed with fractured ribs and a concussion. That's not handling it."

Goo held up a hand, cutting in before Gun's frustration could escalate further. "Easy, Gun. She just woke up. Give her a minute before you go full drill sergeant."

Gun's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue.

You took a deep breath, trying to push past the fog in your head. "Have... my parents been here yet?"

The question hung in the air, heavy and uncomfortable. Goo's smirk faded, and he looked away, scratching the back of his neck. Gun's expression hardened, his silence speaking louder than words.

Your chest tightened, the answer clear before either of them said anything.

"They didn't come," you said quietly, your voice trembling despite your efforts to keep it steady. "They don't even know, do they?"

Gun's voice was low but firm. "The hospital couldn't reach them."

You nodded slowly, swallowing the lump rising in your throat. You'd told yourself before that you didn't care, that their absence didn't bother you. After all, their absence was something you were used to. But in this moment, lying broken and bruised in a sterile hospital bed, their absence felt sharper than ever.

Goo leaned forward, his usual grin replaced with a softer expression. "Hey, don't think about that right now, okay? You've got us. And trust me, we're way more fun than your parents anyway."

You let out a weak laugh, though it sounded more like a sigh. "Thanks, Goo. That's... oddly comforting."

Gun, still standing at the foot of your bed, spoke again, his tone as resolute as ever. "Once you're discharged, we're starting training again. Proper training this time. You need to be stronger."