he surprised me as he took me out the car, carrying me bridal style. "w-why are you carrying me?" i asked. "you're injured." he simply said.
he sat me down on the island in the kitchen, i was still holding his and yoongi's jackets to my wounds. hoseok went and grabbed the first aid kit.
"okay, i'm gonna have to stitch up the wound." he said. i gulped as he took out a needle and thread. he pushed the bottle of vodka, in his hand, towards me. i exhaled deeply as i took a large sip of the alcohol, gritting my teeth as the burning sensation took over.
he removed his jacket from my shoulder, cleaning off the blood dripping down my arm with gauze. he picked up small plyers, positioning it at my shoulder, "take another sip before i do this." he said.
i picked up the vodka bottle and took another big sip. letting it slip down my throat, burning again. the pain overwhelmed me as he pushed the plyers into my skin, taking out the bullet. i groaned in pain as he removed the bullet from my shoulder.
he pressed more gauze on the wound to clean the blood, then he began to stitch up my wound. i stopped myself from screaming as he stitched me up, taking more sips of the vodka.
"okay, you're done." he said softly. i furrowed my eyebrows at him as he hadn't made any smart ass remarks to me. he wrapped my arm with a bandage, then he moved to my thigh.
he ripped my dress open more, removing the garter off my leg. tell me why i thought his actions were hot to me. no aaliyah stop!
he cleaned up the wound, "it's not that deep of a cut so i don't have to stitch it up," he sighed. "that bitch got you good."
i chuckled. he moved a piece of my dress to see my wound more, his fingers traced over my skin as he cleaned the wound. he put medicine over my cut gently and slowly, wrapping up my thigh with a bandage.
hoseok's pov
i gently applied medicine to her skin. her skin felt so soft and delicate, i began to imagine the things i would do to her. but i resisted.
"do you think you can walk?" i asked. she rubbed her lips together, "can you carry me to my r-room?" she asked shyly. i smirked, it was cute to see her all shy like that.
i picked her up in my arms, she looked me deep in the eyes as i walked to her room. i set her down on her bed. she looked at me with doe eyes, the alcohol hit her.
"you gonna be okay?" i chuckled. she smiled and nodded her head, "i'll be okay." her words slurred. maybe straight vodka wasn't good for such a lightweight like her.
"okay, why don't you take a shower and then go to bed yeah?" i said. she nodded her head, "how am i going to take a shower with my wounds? you wrapped them up and everything..."
i chuckled, "i'll wrap them up again if i have to..."
i knelt down to meet her as she sat on her bed. she looked at me with pursed lips as i stared back at her. i moved a piece of hair from her face, gently wiping the dried blood from the corner of her mouth.
she blinked as my hands touched her skin softly, god i just wanted to kiss her.
she smiled softly, "i'm going to shower now."
i nodded my head, "okay."
my thumb caressed her knee softly before i got off my knees and left her room.
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[sorry for any grammatical errors]
