Strength | All of Bangtan

Chapter 2

As we were walking into my room I took of my camo jacket and sat him on the bed. I went to the bathroom to grab a towel and my bag had a travel first-aid kit. 

I stood in front of him starting to clean his face. Him being so tall and I'm only 154cm or 5'1 it was easy for me to clean him in that position.

"Now, you want to start talking?"I dabbed at drying blood on his jaw with a wet white towel, staining the cloth a rusty brown color.

"Thank you, I don't know what I would have done if you weren't there," he sighed. His voice was thick and heavy with exhaustion.

"Did you know who they were?"

"No, I punched one of them in the face after he was bugging a girl in a bar I was at," he sighed. "He dragged me outside and seven more of them came out of no where and you know the rest. How could you do that? That was amazing, you took on eight guys by yourself."

"Well, they were apart of the Snake Leaders, they mark their people with the same tattoo on their left hand. I've been taught since I was young to end things, not to start them. Not only take care of them physically but mentally too, that's just what I did tonight. This is going to burn," I warned him before I started to add rubbing alcohol to his jaw.

He hissed in a breath at the contact but quieted down after.

I finished with his face, giving him a paper towel with ice on it for his bruises and a bandaid for his cuts.

"Take of your shirt," I said, getting another towel cold and damp.

"B-Bwoh?!" he asked surprised.

"They got you in your ribs, I need to get them." I said as I was walking back with two more paper towels with ice in them.

"No, no they're fine," he frantically waved his arm to dismiss the idea, only cause him to wince and curl back up.

"Either you take it off or I cut it off," I said as I placed the items next to him.

He sighed in defeat as he lifted his arms high enough for me to slip the shirt off of him.

He had a muscly build with toned arms and broad shoulders. There were large bruises  decorating his chest, torso, and back.

"Damn," I said, cursing in English.

I iced the bigger and more severe looking ones, none of his ribs seemed to be broken as I examined them.

"Like what you see?" he said a bit cocky.

"Yeah I do, you don't have any broken ribs that's great," I responded, rolling eyes. "I doubt you need me to assure you of your attractive physique."

"So I'm attractive?" He egged on. A smile broke across his features.

"What ever helps you sleep at night," I shrugged,"Speaking of which, I doubt you want to go back out there with a gang on your back. You can stay here, I have a pull out couch."

"Can I? You've already helped me out a lot."

"Don't worry about it," I shrugged.