"Hey Hyuck.."
Mark chuckled slightly even though it was hard to keep himself standing as his whole body felt weak and his vision became blurry from time to time.
"You look like shit."
Haechan just commented before making way for the canadian to walk in. He lead him into the kitchen as his family had all their plasters and desinfection stuff in there.
"Mind explaining anything?"
The brunette muttured while searching through their shelfs, his back facing the injured visitor.
"Just a little argument nothing worse.."
"Of course. Are you hurt anywhere else than your face?"
Haechan said as he started cleaning Marks wounds, hearing him hiss and curse here and there.
"Actually.. yea but.. you don't have to do this."
Only then the younger noticed the blood stain underneath Marks hand which laid on his left rips and sighed.
"So in this argumentation was a knife yea."
As Haechan was about to lift Marks shirt, he got stopped by the latter whose face flushed red.
"Don't act like I've never seen this."
The brunette groaned and pulled the shirt up, directly telling Mark to take it completely off as it was covered with blood and he would give him a clean shirt of Yugyeom.
"Impatient aren't we?"
Mark said but immediately whined as the desinfectioned cloth made contact with his wound.
"Shut up would you."
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a/n; hellu
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