•Adomania
The sense that the future is coming sooner than before
"You make me want to break down everything I've worked for," he said as he back away from the girl.
"Then tear it all down and build what you want," she said lunging forward and grabb...
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Chaerin had Seonghwa over her shoulders while Yeosang was busy putting San into the back seat.
"Yeosang why the hell would you shoot the doctor," Chaerin yelled as she got into the front seat.
"He was in the way," Yeosang protested.
Seonghwa was currently unconscious in the floorboards, San conscious but a groaning mess.
"Oh so you just shoot one to get the other," she yelled.
Chaerin hit the gas and sped back to the apartment, Yeosang's head in his head ashamed.
"I'm not good at this shit," he said, "I just... I'm not used to living like this!"
Chaerin glanced at the boy who's breathe had turned sharp.
"Yeosang I know," she said, "but you shot the only doctor we could go to!"
"I know and I'm sorry," he whined.
The drive was pretty much silent, well besides San's sobs.
"Hang in their Choi," Chaerin said as she stopped the car and went to the back seat to help him out.
"Yeosang carry Seonghwa in," she said.
She looped San's arm over her shoulders as she wrapped her arm around his waist. His head fell into her shoulder as clutched his arm.
The two stumbled into the house and she brought him to the couch, Wooyoung screaming upon sight.
"What the fuck happened," Yunho shouted as Yeosang staggered into the house.
Seonghwa was thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, Yeosang's knees shaking from the weight of the grown man.
"OK WHAT THE FUCK?!"
Yeosang dropped Seonghwa only the counter and collapsed, Mingi rushing down. He immediately went to his sister and pulled her hair back, the bruises on her neck very obvious.
Jongho raced to Yeosang and pulled the boy up, Wooyoung applying pressure to San's wound as the doctor instructed him too.
"Ok," San breathed out, "can someone look into my room you'll find medical string and a weird looking pair of scissors. Grab those and the big tweezers too."
Hongjoong rushed out of the room and back in with the medical equipment asked for.
"So who has stable hands?"
And that's how Mingi ended up passed out on the ground, Wooyoung screaming bloody murder, and Jongho and Hongjoong becoming momentary surgeons."
Chaerin was applying pressure to Seonghwa's wound the whole time, Yeosang repeatedly muttering sorry under his breath. Yunho was trying to clean Seonghwa's wounds when San staggered over to him.
"It's not too bad," he breathed out.
And with that he removed the bullet and put in stitches.
"Yeosang?"
Yeosang was shaking in a ball, blood running down the side of his head still.
Amidst the chaos, he had staggered away.
Yeosang then looked up at Wooyoung.
"I think I might have to agree with you," he said finally.
Wooyoung's eyes darkened as he nodded.
"With what," Chaerin asked as Jongho helped Yeosang up the stairs and into his shared room.
"Trauma," Wooyoung said grimly, "I've been suggesting a therapist for his trauma."
