•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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Saying Mingi was concerned about seeing Chaerin and Seonghwa walk in with an unconscious Jongho who was bleeding out.
"Uhm what happened and where were you," he asked.
He was alarmed by the cut on Chaerin's arm, her attire black. The sleeve was clearly cut through as if a bullet had barely grazed it. He hair was full of sweat and her eyes were focused on Seonghwa's quiet talking.
Mingi still had a distaste for Seonghwa.
He didn't trust him. He shot two people, one being a doctor, the other being another person he didn't trust; especially with his sister.
He felt that the others felt the same.
Well maybe except Wooyoung, which was strange. He didn't understand the two's friendship. Yeosang seemed like an ass, not very open or social. It wasn't that being anti-social was bad, but it did seem that Yeosang was a jerk about it.
Maybe Mingi was just not used to people being bouncy or outgoing. He was used to introverts like Hongjoong or San; sweet people just quieter and harder to get out of their shell. Yeosang just wasn't there to put up with bullshit.
"Long story-"
Chaerin cut Seonghwa off.
"None of your business, get San."
Mingi was taken aback. Chaerin was straightforward, sure, but she wasn't a complete jerk. Now, her tone was tense, her eyebrows folded so much that they were wrinkling in the middle. Her glare sent him shitting himself.
He scrambled up, Seonghwa and Chaerin placing Jongho down where Mingi was. Blood immediately seeped into the couch.
"San," Mingi screamed, "San get down here now!!!
San came running down the stairs, slipping and sliding down on his back for the last five.
Wooyoung quickly followed, except he fell down the whole thing and ended up colliding with San's back.
San quickly bounced up, shoving Wooyoung off of him and rushing to see what the chaos was about.
When he saw Jongho he quickly inhaled.
"What the hell happened," he gasped as he rushed to the end kitchen cabinet to grab his medical supplies.
"Do your fucking job," Chaerin snapped as she put pressure on the wound.
San's eyebrows raised at Chaerin's tone.
Seonghwa on the other hand rubbed her back. He for once actually seemed human.
The way his eyes scanned the apartment in distaste from the mess, the way he wouldn't move the hand covered in blood as if he did it would spread.
"Can I wash my hands," Seonghwa finally muttered.
Wooyoung looked up as San focused on Jongho.
"Uh yeah there's a sink in the kitchen."
Seonghwa awkwardly scurried to the kitchen, the faucet running being the only noise in the cramped townhouse.
"Mingi, Wooyoung," San said, "what are you blood types?"
"Oh I'll drink any," Wooyoung said, "I'm not picky."
Chaerin froze and looked up.
"He meant what is your blood is labeled as dumb ass."
Mingi and Wooyoung let out a small 'oh' and looked down.
"Wait you drink blood," San said in extreme worry.
"No!"
Chaerin raised an eyebrow and then focused at San.
"Jongho's an O," San muttered, "meaning you have to be O to give to him."
"Oh uh well I'm A," Wooyoung sighed.
"I'm B," Mingi huffed, "so is Chaerin."
San puffed out a frantic sigh as Chaerin grabbed a rag.
"He's loosing too much."
Chaerin looked to the kitchen, Seonghwa still frantically scrubbing his hands.
"Seonghwa's an O," she said.
"How do you know," Mingi said.
"He got stabbed once in training and we had to find someone with the same blood type."
"Seonghwa get your ass over here now," San screamed.
The older man jumped in surprise.
"Woo get a blood bag," San snapped.
In no time a nervous Seonghwa had given his blood to Jongho as San removed the bullet. He quickly got the stitches and sewed the wound together.
Seonghwa rubbed his arm as he looked down at the small minion bandaid that Mingi had stolen from Hongjoong's room.
Then the front door slammed open.
Yeosang stood, his shirt covered in slight blood stains and his hands red with blood as well. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat as he looked at the faces of the confused others.
"Does anyone have peroxide?"
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DoEs AnYoNe hAvE pErOxIdE
-girls when we bleed onto our bedsheets during that time
