I'm A Mess (Minsung) Detective x Serial Killer (COMPLETED)

Chapter 16

March 14, 2020
4:00 am

Minho's P.O.V.

The clock ticks 4:00 as I pace back and forth in the living room, waiting for Jisung to come home. God, he's been out forever...where is he? What's taking him so long? My thoughts are suddenly interrupted as Jisung himself opens the door and closes it quietly. "Where the fuck have you been? It's been four hours, Jisung!" I announce as he freezes at the door upon hearing my voice.

He turns around and my anger turns immediately into worry as I notice the bruise on his cheek, his busted lip, and the giant blood stain on the sleeve of his jacket. "Oh my god baby what happened to you? Are you okay?" I ask softly as I walk up to him. He nods but I can tell he's definitely not okay.

"I'm fine, Minho...I just...had something I needed to take care of." He replies as he moves past me and goes to his room. He comes back out and I shake my head.

"You're definitely not okay...come here, let's get you taken care of." I grab his wrist gently and lead him into the bathroom, demanding he sits on the counter as I get the first aid kit out. I open it up and pull out multiple things; an ice pack, hydrogen peroxide, cotton balls, neosporin, a washcloth, and bandages. I unzip his jacket and take it off him, throwing it into the laundry before examining his injury.

My eyes widen at how deep the gash in his bicep is before I wet the washcloth and hold it on the wound. "What the hell happened?" I question, pointing at the gash. Jisung looks down at his lap before speaking.

"A knife..." He mumbles, kicking his feet back and forth timidly.

"A knife? How did you manage to get injured with a knife?" I ask. He goes quiet and doesn't answer. I don't push him into answering. "Here baby, keep a tight hold on that so it stops bleeding while I take care of your other injuries." I say, and he lifts a hand up to hold the washcloth tightly in place while I let go of it and move on to attend to his lip. I grab the neosporin and squeeze some onto my finger, applying it to the crack in his lip.

"You don't have to tell me anything if it was too traumatizing, I'm here to listen to you if you want to talk about it though." I tell him and he shakes his head.

"It's not that I don't want to talk about it, Min...it's just that I don't think you're ready to hear about my entire past yet, it's quite...dark..." Jisung responds. I nod in return and hold an ice pack on his bruised cheek.

"Well whatever happened, you got banged up pretty badly...I think we're both lucky you're not dead." I say and he nods. "Here can you switch me now? Hold onto that ice pack while I take care of your bicep." He switches me and I take the washcloth off, thankful to see the gash has stopped bleeding. I open the hydrogen peroxide and pour some onto a cotton ball before looking at him. "This might sting a little, so be a brave boy for me okay?" I ask and he laughs.

"I'm not a five year old Minho, I can handle more pain than most people." Jisung says before hissing as I apply the cotton ball to his injury.

"I'm so sorry baby, just a little bit more." I clean up his wound before throwing the ball away. "Good boy," I kiss his cheek, getting needles and sutures out. "This might hurt as well, I'll need to stitch the gash up so it won't bleed anymore." He nods in reply. I thread the suture through a needle and start stitching his gash up. Jisung closes his eyes tight while I stitch up his bicep, focusing carefully so I don't hurt him.

"There, all done!" I announce triumphantly as I cut the remaining material with scissors. I then spread some neosporin on the stitches before wrapping his arm up with bandages. I finish bandaging and kiss his cheek before standing back to look. "All done, my brave baby." I smile. He smiles back.