#bc MATTY !!! MATTYMATTYMATTY I WANT TO SMOOCH U (consenually) WTF U MADE ME GIGGLE FIRST THING IN THE MORNING

[sungbeam]

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

nonidol!ji changmin x fem!reader

1.1k words, suggestive/innuendos, swearing, bullet wound + descriptions of blood and stitching, it somehow goes from banter to smth low-key soft ?? i have no idea but changmin got shot 🤣 mutual attraction??, (1) cheek kiss 💀, barely proofread i wrote this on a plane—

a/n: im sorry jacob im sorry jacob im sorry jacob im sor— i hate him get hiM OUT (´Д⊂ヽ

"This is not how I thought this would go the first time," Ji Changmin groaned as his bare back hit the cold floor of your living room. He grimaced, hissing loudly as his hand flew to the aching chunk of skin at his abdomen, lovingly punctured open by a bullet. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"

"Funny," you huffed as you stepped over him with a first aid kit in your hands. You lowered yourself to straddle his waist and began digging through the white box for proper supplies. "Me too."

A smirk curled onto his lips as he peered up at you. "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm. But my vision had my hands around your throat. What about you?"

His smile widened. "Funny, my hand was around your neck." He gazed up at you through labored breaths, barely registering the sweat and blood pooling beneath him on the wooden planks. You were above him, just as harrowed, your hair falling messily in your eyes and face, sweat glistening off your forehead and neck, your top half fitted in a tank top that made his inner voice purr.

Any other context. It could have been any other context.

You snapped on a pair of latex gloves and ripped open an antiseptic wipe packet.

"God—shit—you're so hot," he slurred, and his hands latched onto the backs of your knees as you pressed the wipe to his open wound. He cried out, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, "Jesus Christ—"

"Wrong name," you muttered under your breath and lightened the pressure slightly off the alcohol pad in apology.

Changmin puffed out a huff of air. "You really want your neighbors to hear me screaming your name, pretty girl? 'Cause I can do that instead."

You gave an indulgent roll of your eyes, tossing the bloody wipe to the side and rummaging through the first aid box for the plastic pair of forceps in its depths. "Ever had a bullet yanked outta you before?"

His eyes fluttered shut for a moment. "Yeah. Ever taken a bullet out before?"

"Nope."

An impish smile lifted his lips. "So I'm your first."

"I've never strangled someone either," you quipped, using your forearm to swipe the hair sticking to your forehead so you could bend down slightly and focus your energy on locating this bullet. "Yet."

"I'm getting a feeling you're into choking."

The bullet had pierced through the right side of his abdomen, and you were trying not to focus too much on the toned muscle beneath your palms. The bullet had gone through a couple inches into the flesh, but luckily, it didn't look like you would have to dig for it. "You have a strange determination to find out," you murmured, carefully extracting the bullet from the wound opening.

Changmin's entire body tensed and you could hear how shallow his breathing was. "I have a lot of determination to find out much more about you than just that."

You cocked a brow as the bloodied bullet clattered to the wooden floor and you mentally cursed having to clean all this blood up later. You just had your floors done. "Like what? My favorite color?"

His laugh was raspy. "Favorite color of—shit! What the flying fuck—"

You couldn't even try to hide your small smirk as the needle pierced his skin. "Oops."

A muscle feathered in his jaw as you began to, gently, stitch up his wound. "When I can sit up, you will pay."

"Ooh, and I'm so intimidated," you giggled. Your tongue stuck out slightly as you continued to stitch him up.

You suddenly felt his fingers curl around your chin, his thumb grazing against your lip, your tongue. Your breath hitched from surprise. When you lifted your gaze to him in question, you found him already looking at you. "Do that again."

"What?" You stammered.

"You're so pretty when you laugh," he said, not an ounce of insincerity or teasing present.

Oh.

You swallowed, forcing yourself to brush his hand away. "Go back to playing dead," you mused, but your voice had gotten smaller. You couldn't believe you were being shy! And all because he whipped out the shadowy eyes and smooth maneuver.

Surprisingly, Changmin remained quiet as you finished up with the stitches. So far those volunteer hours under Jacob's tutelage were coming in handy. Once you had knotted off the thread, you found a large bandage in the box to cover the wound with. This was swiftly followed by a a couple of layers of gauze for some extra support.

When you were done, you huffed a sigh, swiping up your forehead with your arm. "Don't go anywhere, rockstar," you muttered, absentmindedly patting his chest and clambering to your feet to stumble over to your kitchen to shed your gloves and wash your hands.

You returned to Changmin on the living room floor with a damp kitchen towel. There was so much blood drying on the floor and you could already feel the headache of cleaning chemicals in your skull. That would have to be a problem for tomorrow after you slept.

"Okay, I'm gonna help you sit up," you said to him lowly.

He gave a nod, and you managed to carefully and slowly help him into a position where his back was no longer on the bloody hardwood. His face scrunched up in pain and he gritted his teeth, lightly letting his upper body curl around his knees while you wiped the blood off his skin as best you could.

There was something so intimate about the way you wordlessly took care of him so thoroughly. He didn't ask for anything from you; there you were, cleaning him up, getting him water and painkillers, helping him up onto your couch where he would no doubt bloody the cushions, too.

It was late—he could see the sleep tugging at the corners of your eyes. You perched onto the edge of the coffee table in front of him. "Thanks for saving my life," he croaked finally. He didn't know what else to say—all the bravado and banter had faded as the reality of the situation settled like the blanket of night sky outside of your windows.

You leaned one side of your face into the palm of your hand and spared him a smile. "Thanks for saving mine," you chuckled. "No guy has taken a bullet for me before."

Changmin grinned, the expression muddled with exhaustion. "I'd do it again, just so you know."

You shook your head. "For some reason, I believe you." Your joints ached as you stood up. Instead of walking away like you should have, you braced one hand against the couch cushion and the other behind his head on the back. His eyes flickered to your mouth, his pupils dilating, as you leaned forward and grazed your lips against his cheek.

When you straightened, you realized your heart was palpitating in your chest harder than it had been when you'd hauled him here with a bullet in his body. "I'll get you a blanket."

Changmin could only sit there and nod, a foreign ache of yearning screaming in his chest as he suppressed the urge to lift his hand up and caress the place your lips had been. "Thanks."

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