Mr. Wise Guy [COMPLETED]

Chapter 2

As I opened the door I was shocked by who was standing there. "Lank boy?" I asked while looking at him. He looked up at me shocked. I looked at him shocked to. His whole face was in a whole different structure. His hair was wet, a black eye was now forming, the white long sleeved shirt he was wearing seemed to be soaked in blood, and his black skinny jeans had cuts.
"Sorry red head, I didn't know you lived here." He said turning around and starting to leave. I stood there, holding the image of the way he looked. I couldn't let him go like that. I mean lank boy was banged up. So I did what I knew was the only right thing.
"Hey! Lank boy!" I called to him. He stopped and turned around, the rain hitting his body hard."You can't walk out there like that." He continued to look at me. Then he looked down at himself.
"Are you sure red head?" He said blankly. I motioned for him to come inside, leaving the door way but leaving the door open. I went up to the bathroom to get the first aid and a towel when I heard the door close. When I came back downstairs, he was standing in the door way shivering. I walked up to him, putting the towel around his shoulders.

I had let him sit in the middle of the living room letting him get warm. I didn't know what to think. I didn't even know what had happened. If anything he probably got into a gang fight. I had brought the first aid to where he was sitting. Then I out stretched my hand. He looked at it, then looked back up at me.
"Well if I am helping you, I might as well tell you who I am." I said looking at him. He hesitated for a minute before taking my hand and shaking it.
"Yoongi."
"Alex." We said our names and pulled away. We sat in silence for a few minutes before I broke the silence.
"I think we should clean that cut." I said motioning towards his chest. He looked down at himself. Yoongi slightly scooted towards me. I looked at him confused. "How am I supposed to do anything when it covered?" I asked sarcastically. He nodded them he took his shirt off and placing by his side. His skin was so pale, that it made the cut look worse. It was a slash starting from his left shoulder and ending down towards his abdomen. Before I knew it I was looking at his whole figure. The way his muscles were perfectly sculpted as his abs were. Snapping myself out of my own fantasy, I scooted closer to him to exam his wound. It was deeper than what I thought it was. The meat in his chest was ripped open.
"Well, your defiantly going to need stitches for this one. Are there any others?" I asked looking more closely at his incision. As I looked up I had noticed he was starring down at me. I felt my cheeks fluster.
"No, this is the only one." Yoongi said. His voice was deep now that I was paying more attention to him. I stood to go wash my hands and get a needle and some surgery thread.
"Be happy that I know how to sow." I said sitting back in front of him.

"So, what the hell happened to you anyway?" I asked him in the middle of cleaning his wound with a peroxide and water mix. Yoongi sighed.
"Mom got drunk, just like any other day." He said I looked up at him, not entirely believing him.
"A drunk woman did this to you?" I asked him. Yoongi nodded before going on.
"She was cussing at me, telling me I was worthless. Then she punched me in the face. Before I could get her to calm down she broke her bottle on a chair and sliced me right on my chest. That's when I left. I ran for about 15 minutes. Until I walked and saw that lights were on. And that I how I ended up here."
"Damn." I said shaking my head. I was now starting to sew up his wound.
"Where are your folks? On work trips?" Yoongi asked me flinching at the needle poking his tender skin.
"My folks? I technically don't have any. Threw me out and had me flown down here from New York when I was 12. Bought me the house. I don't have to pay rent or the utilities, and they ship me about 5 thousand every month." I say as I tied and bit off the thread finishing the cut.
"Well, you wanna talk about a lucky kid." Yoongi said laughing. I laughed with him. What was this? Were we bonding? I had never felt this before. But what he asked me a little while later, changed my perspective of him.