f*ck... || myungjin *discon*

06

Written Part.
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Myungjun walked towards the table that he saw Jinwoo sitting at, as Jinwoo was just chewing a mouthful of food. Myungjun had seemed as if he was on a special mission. He had a furious expression on his face, as he took a pack of bandages and Neosporin out of his pocket, and then held out his hand.

"Show me your cut." Myungjun said, as he saw Jinwoo swallowing his food, followed by his drink. Jinwoo showed his finger that was covered in dry blood. "If I'm gonna do this, we have to go to the restroom. We need to wash this off."

They both walked into the men's restroom and Myungjun washed off the cut, and it started bleeding again. Myungjun washed it off again and cleaned it with a paper towel, just to quickly wipe off the blood.

The older rubbed Neosporin on Jinwoo's finger, and wrapped it in a bandage. They both left the restroom, as Myungjun asked, "How badly does it hurt?"

"Not that much." Jinwoo said, as they both sat at their table in the seats. "It really hurt when it actually happened."

"Do you wanna hang out after you eat, or do you have to go back to work with your dad?" Myungjun wondered.

"I have to check with him, hold on." Jinwoo said, and he took out his phone to text his dad. He almost immediately got a text back. "He said I can hang out with you instead, that's surprising."

Myungjun giggled, and clapped his hands like a baby. "This is the first time we hang out!"

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