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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ
𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏
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The smell of blood filled her nostrils as she threw the bandage away. Right now, she was lucky that she had watched how the youngest had patched them up often enough. Pressing gauze to the wound, she tightly secured it. The woman yelped under her administration, fever starting to spread in her body. Harin felt bad for her.

She placed a cool cloth against the burning forehead before covering the woman, who was just in her underwear, with a thick blanket. Chialing's wounds would heal within time.

Leaving the bedroom, she saw Junhui and Bora standing outside of the room. Bora's lipstick was smeared and Junhui smirked smugly at her. Harin ignored it. She always did. These two, she didn't even question their relationship anymore. Bora said, she dislikes him sometimes and Junhui probably walked in on her and one of the other members, Harin assumed Bambam.

Walking into the main living room, she sent a glare towards the Chinese rug, one of the Wang siblings had brought along. It was ugly but she would never dare to utter these three words in Junhui's presence.

The rain poured hard against the windows, drowning the world in sorrow. She hated seeing someone in pain, especially the youngest. Wiping away the tear, she turned, pouring herself a glass of whiskey.

She was in no mood for anything today.
After seeing the girl hurt, she needed to blow off some steam. Walking into the cellar, she already heard pitiful sobs as her phone rang.

The terse text message from an unknown number had her spitting mad. Pulling the door open, she was met with the sight of Bambam holding back Donghyuck. Silently, she passed them her phone before she crouched in front of the tied male. He was barely conscious.

“Did it make fun” she asked, “following her into the club, trying things on her?” From deep within, he spat at her. She calmly whipped it away before retrieving the hammer.

She concentrated on the right shoulder, entirely leaving the face. Several broken bones later, she left the room together with Bambam. Donghyuck had already disappeared.

“I hate blood” she said, wiping away the man's blood.

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His lip was busted, the ligament probably strained. The other male looked worse. Knocked out teeth, a dislocated shoulder, damaged skin.

Luckily, it was one of their clubs or else the police would've been there within minutes. Stepping over the groaning male, Donghyuck left the club, throwing some Yen on the counter.

He crossed the street and re-entered the apartment building they owned. Most of the inner circle sat in the living room. His girlfriend was conscious, skin pale as a ghost and skin glistening with sweat. They all watched as she rose taking in Donghyuck's state. In her hands, she held a first aid package. She was violently shaking and her whole face scrunched up in pain.

He was immediately at her side as her legs gave out. Settling her onto the couch right next to him, he allowed her to press a cloth against his bleeding lip. She had to use her left arm since her right arm was unavailable due to her injured shoulder. He hissed in pain as the antiseptic came into contact with a small cut.

“S— sorry” she yelped, fearing is reaction. “It's okay” he replied, suddenly reminding her state. Tears threatened to fall as his body posture relaxed against her fingers. Here she was severely injured and yet treating him. How did he deserve such an angel?

“Don't” he whispered hoarsely, pushing her hands away. “Why do you care for me?” He noticed the way his girlfriend backed away. Tears glistened in her eyes as all eyes in the room found the couple. “I care because I love you.”

Standing up, she limped to their bedroom across the living room, wincing each time she moved her leg or shoulder. Before the door closed, he could hear her sobs. Rising, he followed her, only to be stopped by Junhui's gruff voice.

“Don't make her cry.” Rethorical question. She already was crying. He nodded, meeting the cold glare of the older brother before slipping into the room. Peeling back the covers, he slipped into bed next to her. They both didn't speak for a moment.

“I care for you, jagi” he whispered turning to look at her. It was like always. Each time, he would get injured they would end up like that. Only difference was that she was injured now and didn't scold him.

“I love you too” she whimpered as pain crawled up her body. He glanced at her side profile. It was beautiful. The hair framed her angelic face, the only light was a small bedside lamp on his side. She accepted him first despite his violent nature and showed him light and beauty despite being at a breaking point when they first met. And he gave her self esteem and love, something, she needed.

“Can you hold me?”
“No.”
“Okay.”

Another thing he cherished. Despite being clingy and cuddly she respected his dislike towards skin ship. If they would have skin ship, it would be loving.

He gently pulled her close after a few minutes. He wanted to feel her body, her beating heart all night. Propping himself up onto his elbows, he hovered over her, gently kissing her while a hand wandered underneath her— well his — shirt. He didn't want to hurt her with her injuries. Only as he felt her uninjured arm rising and her fingers combing through his hair, he knew, he had her permission. The kiss turned heated. A bubble of love and care surrounded them as they locked eyes.

No one disturbed the couple for the rest of the night. And as they finally fell asleep, they were both engulfed in a tight embrace which was yet soft.