#injured woosung

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🌹🤍 I got you, you got me, nothin' in the way (Part 2/2)

Title from You're beautiful (The Rose)

Part 1: I got you, you got me, nothin' in the way I

Summary: Woosung falls during the preparation for their tour and injures his foot badly. Waiting at the hospital takes much longer than he can endure.

CW: emeto, hospitals, injuries, IVs

Whumpee: Woosung/Sammy Caretakers: Dojoon/Leo + Hajoon/Dylan + Jaehyeong/Jeff

Jaehyeong couldn’t take the pain in Woosung’s eyes anymore. The leader’s face was pinched, whole complexion washed out. They all pretended not to hear the pain-filled exhales whenever Woosung accidentally brushed his foot against Dojoon or moved any way. The shivering hadn’t stopped and he knew it was not only the cold but also shock that had Woosung so out of sorts. Holding his hand, Jaehyeong had felt the rapid heartbeat and the clammy, cold skin. The leader kept rejecting any offers of drinks, admitting to still feeling nauseous.

“That’s it”, Jaehyeong said after another painfilled breath, letting go of Woosung’s hand and getting up, “I’ll go see if I find somebody who can give him some pain medication.”

The others looked up at him. Hajoon nodded, looking relieved. Jaehyeong knew that while he was hiding his anxiety well enough, Hajoon was deeply worried. Inside his sometimes scary resting face and broad built there was an incredibly soft person. Dojoon reached out to rest a hand on Jaehyeong’s arm.

“Be safe.”

Woosung kept quiet, his face buried against Hajoon’s stomach.

Outside of the room, Jaehyeong made his way to the entrance area. The ER was full to the brim and his heart sank. Surely this meant a lot of waiting for them. He approached the line to the front desk and prayed they would soon move forward. Despite his hopes it took nearly twenty minutes until he was able to speak to the stressed nurse.

“I wanted to ask for my friend, you know the guy with the injured ankle”, Jaehyeong said and gestured into the direction of where the room was. “I know there is a lot going on here but is it possible for him to at least receive pain medication?”

“I’m very sorry, I really am. But no doctor’s are available and we can’t just give him meds.”

Jaehyeong sighed, having feared that. “Can we at least have a blanket? He is shivering. He might be experiencing shock.”

The nurse nodded. “That is possible. Hold on, we have blankets in the back.” She disappeared into the room behind her and came back with one of the typical, thin hospital blankets. It would have to be enough.

“Thank you”, he said gratefully.

“If you want to, follow that hallway and you will find the cafeteria. You could buy him some warm tea if you want. Remember to keep his feet elevated.”

“Yes, thank you.”

He hurried down the way she had pointed and indeed there was a small bistro. He stepped up and ordered three coffees and a green tea. The three of them would need all the energy they could get and maybe tea was a bit more desirable than the overly sweet sprite to Woosung’s queasy stomach. He received a tray and quickly made his way back, carefully balancing everything.

Pushing open the door to the waiting room was a bit difficult but he managed. Jaehyeong placed the tray on the small shelf, hoping it would not tip over, and handed Hajoon the blanket. The older spread it over Woosung’s body with Dojoon’s help.

“Thank you”, Woosung whispered.

“Don’t worry about it”, Jaehyeong said, “I brought some tea. You can try some if you like, when it’s drinking temperature.” Woosung shrugged.

After passing around the cups to the others and grabbing his own, Jaehyeong sank down into his original position on the chair. This time, instead of holding Woosung’s hand, he sneaked his hand under the blanket and rested his hand against Woosung’s stomach, hoping the warmth would help the nausea.

He knew it stemmed from pain, shock and anxiety not sickness but maybe it would bring comfort anyhow.

“Ah-hah!”, Dojoon exclaimed, holding up his phone. He had luckily taken his phone charger with him and had let it charge the past hour so they could watch movies or whatever when it was full. His screen that he turned to show them now displayed sixty-two percent, enough to not die while watching something.

“What are we watching?”, Hajoon asked.

“What about Idol Radio?”, Dojoon suggested, “then anybody who can’t see the screen can still listen. Here you go.” He handed the phone over to Jaehyeong who tried to position himself in a way that they all could see.

“Oh, it’s ATEEZ”, Hajoon said happily, peering at the screen. Even Woosung had perked up a bit, shifting so he could see the screen. Nothing like a show to distract yourself. “You can turn it to the others”, Dojoon said, absently rubbing Woosung’s leg, “I’m content to just listen.”

🌹

They were nearing the end of the show and Woosung had nearly fallen asleep, when there was a knock on the door and a young doctor entered. Jaehyeong sighed in relief. Finally.

“Good afternoon”, she greeted, very straight-forward, “my name is Kim Ha Rin, I am your doctor today. I heard you injured your foot?”

Woosung blinked, dazed, and nodded, shifting upright to look up at her with Hajoon’s help. Jaehyeong stood up to offer the doctor the chair and moved to stand beside Hajoon.

“How did that happen?”, she asked. Hajoon retold the story while the doctor grabbed some gloves and moved to sit by Woosung’s foot. Dojoon got up carefully and gently placed Woosung’s foot into her waiting hands.

“Alright, that foot does not look good at all, Woosung-ssi”, the doctor said. Jaehyeong internally rolled his eyes. He knew it wasn’t her fault that the ER was swamped and they were bored and annoyed but anybody could have told them that.

“I’m going to feel around and try to move your ankle to see how much range of motion is left. It will help me determine what may be wrong. Tell me to stop if it gets too bad.”

Woosung nodded, face paling, and reached out to take Hajoon’s hand again. The drummer was sitting behind him, holding him tightly. Looking at them, Jaehyeong couldn’t help but feel a bit … superfluous? He didn’t want to crowd Woosung but just standing there felt even worse. As if he sensed his inner struggle, Dojoon wrapped an arm around him.

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Woosung looked at the doctor holding his foot. It hurt, badly. Not even Hajoon’s warm embrace or the feeling of his rough hand in his soothed the pain. He hadn’t known it was possible but the swelling and bruising was even worse than it had been all those hours ago in the training room.

Rationally Woosung knew that the doctor was being careful, he really knew that. But they way she moved it around was excruciating. Seeing the injured limb being moved around and combined with the pain made the previous queasiness turn into full-blown nausea.

“I don’t feel good”, he panted, in what seemed to be a repeat of earlier that day.

“No, Woosung, don’t look”, Hajoon said behind him, gripping his hand tighter “you know better, we don’t need you to faint again.”

Maybe it was morbid fascination, maybe something else, but Woosung couldn’t tear his gaze away from the injury.

“I’m going to be sick”, Woosung whispered, gagging against the hand he managed to place against his mouth just in time. Not caring that he was in the danger zone, Jaehyeong reached across them to grab the forgotten emesis basis and held it under Woosung’s chin.

“It’s okay, hyung”, the maknae comforted, “if you need to throw up, let it happen. You’ll feel better after.”

Woosung gagged again, this time feeling bile rise in his throat. Jaehyeong held the kidney dish with one hand and used the other to brush Woosung’s hair away from his face. “It’s okay”, he repeated.

With a weak retch Woosung leaned forward and opened his lips. The few sips of tea that Dojoon had made him drink came up, bitterly burning against his throat. He gasped for breath, choking a bit. Hajoon patted his back prompting a cough and Woosung gagged up a mouthful of sick before it turned into unpleasant dry-heaving. Nothing else beside the bit of liquid came up though Woosung kept leaning over the kidney dish just in case.

“Deep breath, Sammy”, Dojoon comforted from somewhere behind him.

“Can I take this away?”, the doctor asked sympathetically, gesturing at the cardboard. Apathetically, Woosung nodded. He was so exhausted, his vision swimming slightly. He leaned his head back against Hajoon’s shoulder, closing his eyes.

The doctor addressed them. “Woosung-ssi, I believe you likely tore a ligament in your ankle. However, just to be sure, we need to take an MRI so we can rule out anything else. Are you okay with that?”

Woosung felt like he was going to cry. He just wanted medication and go home and sleep in his bed. For at least twelve hours straight. Waiting any longer sounded like torture.

“Can he at least have pain medication and maybe something for the nausea now?”, Dojoon asked, to the untrained ear probably sounding polite but Woosung could hear the irritation in his voice.

“Yes, of course. I’ll put in a line and he can have fluids, pain medication and an anti-emetic as soon as it’s secure.”

“Thank you”, Jaehyeong said, placing a calming hand on Dojoon’s arm.

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“Okay, let’s see”, the doctor said and sprayed disinfectant on Woosung’s hand, manipulating it to get a view of his veins. “You’re really dehydrated but I think I feel a vein. I can’t see it but it’s there. Alright, small pinch.”

Woosung gripped Dojoon’s hand tightly, panting in pain. He had closed his hand the moment the doctor had arrived with the set. He hated needles and a small needle should not hurt like this. Still, it did. At least it momentarily overruled the pain in his ankle.

“I’m sorry, but the vein seems to be too small”, the doctor apologized. “I will have to try again.”

Hajoon huffed and Woosung understood the sentiment. He was annoyed too, deep down, but mostly he was just tired. He nodded at her.

“Pump your fist, exactly like that”, she advised. Moving his hand from flat to a fist was not nice, the torn skin in his arms pulling.

Yet he knew if she succeeded the pain would finally get better.

“Okay, second try”, the doctor warned. Woosung hissed but then the needle was in. “Let’s see. It’s in but the blood is not flowing. Let me move it around a bit.” Fuck, that hurt.

And for nothing.

“I’m sorry, Woosung-ssi. You’re really dehydrated. That makes my job really hard right now.”

Woosung just nodded, ignoring the tears behind his eyes. “I always had bad veins”, he choked out. Damn, the tears started falling in earnest then. Gently somebody wiped them off with their thumb. Woosung opened his eyes to look at Dojoon, who smiled softly.

“You got this, Sung-ah”, he promised. Woosung did not want to have it. He wanted to be pain free. Pronto. Without a needle or a torn ligament or whatever.

“Let’s try again. And, yes. I got it! I’ll connect the fluids and the medication now. Tell somebody if you feel weird or anything. I’m very sorry, again. See you for the MRI.”

Without further ado the doctor left.

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They had to wait for the MRI for nearly another two hours. Dojoon felt really bad for poor Woosung. He knew the leader had been under a lot of stress and his resources had nearly been used up before today. Now, after hours of pain it wasn’t hard to tell that Woosung was emotionally and physically done for. At least the meds helped.

Dojoon had traded places with Jaehyeong (Hajoon unwilling to give up being the pillow) and if he hadn’t felt his heartbeat pulsing in his wrist and heard his unregular breathing he would have assumed Woosung was deeply asleep. The leader’s head was turned against Hajoon’s stomach again, basically hiding from the world. He seemed painfully young like this.

Occasionally it seemed like Woosung fell asleep but he was never able to rest for long. The IV with the pain medication and the anti-emetic were irritating him, Dojoon could tell from the way he held his hand very stiffly and tried not to move it. The leader really wasn’t good at being sick.

Jaehyeong, meanwhile, was playing on his phone, seeking distraction. Hajoon was still holding onto Woosung, trying to comfort him by rubbing circles on his back. There was a guilty look on his face that Dojoon didn’t like at all.

“What’s up with you?”, Dojoon finally asked when Hajoon kept looking up at the ceiling as if trying not to cry. The second oldest was astonished that Woosung hadn’t cried more than he already head but he couldn’t figure out why Hajoon looked like he might.

“Huh?”, Jaehyeong asked, his gaze never moving from his screen.

“Not you”, Dojoon said, “I was asking Dylan.”

“It’s nothing, Leo”, Hajoon replied, though his voice quivered.

“Yeah, sure”, Dojoon said, his tone slightly mocking. He hoped that teasing would make Hajoon a bit more comfortable than the weird tenseness that was in the air. “Spill, kiddo.”

“I’m not a kid”, Hajoon complained, “Jaehyeong is.”

“It’s three months”, Jaehyeong whined.

“You’re kiddo”, Dojoon decided, “Jeff is baby.”

“Hey!” The baby finally looked up from his phone to glare at Dojoon, who grinned at him. Already it felt a bit more light-hearted in the room.

“Well, what are you then?”, Hajoon asked, “what is Sammy?”

“Don’t you dare”, Woosung muttered, apparently not as asleep as they had assumed.

“I’m normal. Sammy is a fossil”, Dojoon announced after a second of thought.

“I hate you, Leo”, Woosung grumbled.

“Yeah, I love you too, old man. But now that we got this out of the way, I want to repeat myself: ‘What’s up with you, Joon-ah?’”, Dojoon asked, his voice turning concerned. “And don’t deflect.”

Woosung turned a bit to look up at Hajoon, his eyes wide and adorable and his hair completely messed up from laying down. Jaehyeong put his phone away, watching with interest.

“It’s …”, Hajoon started and sighed. “I was watching you dance from behind earlier, right? If I had seen that the cable had wrapped itself around hyung’s foot just a second earlier, all of this could have been avoided. I’m very sorry, Woosung-ssi.” He looked back up at the ceiling, blinking away tears.

“This is the stupidest thing I have heard today and I have not forgotten the train jokes”, Dojoon replied, shocked by the revelation but knowing that Hajoon would appreciate a more teasing approach to the conversation instead of raw emotion. Jaehyeong nodded, reaching over to pat Hajoon’s arm. “If we went with this logic, shouldn’t Woosung have not danced today? It’s his fault for moving around, isn’t it? Or maybe, I am to blame too, after all I brought the microphone?”

“What? No!”, Hajoon countered, staring at Dojoon with wide eyes, “that’s not what I was trying to imply at all!”

“We know that”, Jaehyeong comforted, “but Dojoon-hyung is right. It was a stupid accident, nobody was at fault.”

Woosung lifted his hand to tenderly brush away the desperate tears that fell down Hajoon’s face. “Joon-ah, hyung isn’t mad at you”, he said quietly, his voice a bit husky, “things like that happen. It’s probably just a torn ligament, you heard the doctor. Nothing really bad happened and you are not at fault for anything.”

Hajoon nodded jerkily, wiping at his eyes with his sleeves, looking adorable in Dojoon’s personal opinion.

Just as they had settled back down, a nurse entered the room, pushing a wheelchair. “The MRI is ready for you. Don’t worry, you won’t have to wait much longer. Once the results are in, you can go home.” 

She disconnected the IV bags that had been empty for some time. Nobody had come to disconnect them even after Dojoon had gone to ask. They were too busy.

“Thank you”, Woosung said and transferred to the wheelchair with Hajoon’s and Dojoon’s help, while Jaehyeong stabilised his foot.

“You can wait here”, the nurse addressed them and then vanished with Woosung.

🌹

Woosung was returned to them forty-five minutes later, looking completely knocked out. He was accompanied by the doctor from before who directly announced: “As I already guessed, Woosung-ssi tore a ligament in his ankle. It’s a grade 3 tear, so it will take some time to heal, however. You can bring him to the car using the wheelchair and we’ll give you some crutches to use at home. For the first days he should use an elastic bandage until the swelling is a bit better and once he is able to put some weight on the foot you should go to a orthopaedic doctor and get a walking brace fitted. It will take a few months until you are truly able to walk again on that foot, Woosung-ssi. In the mean time avoid walking, keep your foot elevated as much as possible and stay away from cables. You can take over the counter medication to help with the pain.”

“Thank you, seonsaeng-nim”, Dojoon said, grateful the waiting had an end. The doctor left with a wave and Dojoon knelt down so he could look up at the leader.

“Let’s get you home, Sammy.”

Notes: I once had doctors try fifteen times to get blood drawn - fifteen fucking times and nobody was there to hold my hand:( Not fun times... but yeah, just getting an IV line can suck when you are dehydrated. I just had to add a scene about that:)

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Saturday, December 26, 2020

Getting creative to help the homeless (AP) After three years on the streets, Tiecha Vannoy and her boyfriend Chris Foss plan to weather the pandemic this winter in a small white “pod” with electricity, heat and enough room for two. Portland this month assembled neat rows of the shelters, which resemble garden sheds, in three ad-hoc “villages”—part of an unprecedented effort unfolding in cold-weather cities nationwide to keep people without permanent homes safe as temperatures drop and coronavirus cases surge. “We just get to stay in our little place. We don’t have to leave here unless we want to,” said Vannoy, wiping away tears as they moved into the shelter near a downtown train station. “It’s been a long time coming. He always tells me to have faith, but I was just over it.” ... “Those (are) folks who would under normal circumstances maybe come into a drop-in center to warm up, or go into the subway to warm up, or go into a McDonald’s to warm up—and just not having those options available to them. What then?” asked Giselle Routhier of the Coalition for the Homeless in New York City.

Raise your mittens: Outdoor learning continues into winter (AP) Cindy Soule’s fourth graders in Maine’s largest city have studied pollination in a community garden. They solved an erosion problem that was damaging trees. They learned about bear scat. Then came a fresh layer of snow and temperatures that hovered around freezing—but her students were unfazed. Bundled up and masked, they scooted outside with their belongings in buckets. They collected their pencils and clipboards, plopped the buckets upside down in the snow, took a seat and went to work. The lesson? Snow, of course, and how snowflakes are formed. Schools nationwide scrambled to get students outdoors during the pandemic to keep them safe and stop the spread of COVID-19. Now, with temperatures plummeting, a smaller number of schools—even in some of the nation’s most frigid climes—plan to keep it going all winter long, with students trading desks in warm classrooms for tree stumps or buckets.

Explosion in Nashville that damaged 20 buildings, injured 3 people an ‘intentional act’ (USA Today) Authorities believe an explosion that occurred in downtown Nashville early Christmas morning and was felt for miles was an “intentional act” sparked by a vehicle. Police responded to reports of a suspicious vehicle parked outside the AT&T building just before 6 a.m. Upon arrival, police said an officer “had reason” to alert the department’s hazardous devices unit, which was en route, when a “significant explosion” happened. Three people were hospitalized with injuries, police said. At least 20 buildings were damaged, Nashville Mayor John Cooper said. The sound of the explosion could be heard from miles away, and people reported windows shaking from South and East Nashville. “It looks like a bomb went off,” Cooper said. The downtown area will be “sealed off” for further investigation and to make sure everything is “completely safe.”

US to require negative COVID-19 test from UK travelers (AP) The United States will require airline passengers from Britain to get a negative COVID-19 test before their flight, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention announced late Thursday. The U.S. is the latest country to announce new travel restrictions because of a new variant of the coronavirus that is spreading in Britain and elsewhere. Airline passengers from the United Kingdom will need to get negative COVID-19 tests within three days of their trip and provide the results to the airline, the CDC said in a statement. The agency said the order will be signed Friday and go into effect on Monday. “If a passenger chooses not to take a test, the airline must deny boarding to the passenger,” the CDC said in its statement. The agency said because of travel restrictions in place since March, air travel to the U.S. from the U.K. is already down by 90%.

Many just want a hug for Christmas this year, Queen Elizabeth says (Reuters) All many people want for Christmas this year is a simple hug, Britain’s Queen Elizabeth said in her annual festive message, saying it would be hard for those who lost loved ones to COVID-19 pandemic or were separated by curbs on social mixing. In her traditional pre-recorded Christmas Day address to the nation, the 94-year-old monarch repeatedly spoke of hope for the future whilst acknowledging millions of Britons would be unable to have their usual family celebrations this year. “Of course for many, this time of year will be tinged with sadness; some mourning the loss of those dear to them, and others missing friends and family members distanced for safety when all they really want for Christmas is a simple hug or a squeeze of the hand,” Elizabeth said. “If you are among them, you are not alone. And let me assure you of my thoughts and prayers.” “Remarkably, a year that has necessarily kept people apart has in many ways brought us closer,” said the queen, adding the royals had been inspired by stories of those who volunteered to help others in need. “In the United Kingdom and around the world, people have risen magnificently to the challenges of the year and I’m so proud and moved by this quiet indomitable spirit.”

For the European Union, It’s a Pretty Good Deal (NYT) The European Union emerges from fraught negotiations with Britain over its exit from the bloc with a sense of satisfaction—that it has maintained its unity and its core principles, especially the integrity of the single market of now 450 million consumers that is the foundation of its influence. And it is now looking ahead to its life without Britain. The final deal is a free-trade agreement that recognizes Britain’s desire to leave the single market and the customs union while preserving tariff-free, quota-free trade in goods with the European Union. To that end, Britain agreed to a mechanism, with arbitration and possible tariffs for violations, that would keep its regulations and subsidies roughly in line with those of Brussels, to prevent unfair competition. But the deal will require inspections of goods to prevent smuggling. The deal also covers many mundane but crucial matters of visas, health insurance, and air, rail and road travel. It treats Northern Ireland, which is part of the United Kingdom, as within the E.U. customs area to prevent the need for a hard border on the island, but requires some checks on goods going from Britain to Northern Ireland. And the deal reallocates fishing areas and quotas, given that Britain is now an independent coastal state.

Pope Francis celebrates low-key Christmas Eve Mass amid coronavirus restrictions (Fox News) Pope Francis celebrated Christmas Eve Mass on Thursday night amid coronavirus restrictions that reduced a normal crowd of as many as 10,000 congregants to a group of fewer than 100 people, according to reports. During his homily, the Roman Catholic leader urged followers to reach out to the needy, noting that Jesus Christ was considered an outsider. “The Son of God was born an outcast, in order to tell us that every outcast is a child of God,” the pope said. May the Child of Bethlehem help us, then, to be generous, supportive and helpful, especially towards those who are vulnerable, the sick, those unemployed or experiencing hardship due to the economic effects of the pandemic, and women who have suffered domestic violence during these months of lockdown,” he said.

Turkey debates law that would increase oversight of NGOs (Reuters) Turkey’s parliament began debating a draft law on Friday that would increase oversight of non-governmental organisations and which, according to rights campaigners, risks limiting the freedoms of civil-society groups. The government says the measure, covering “foundations and associations”, aims to prevent non-profit organisations from financing terrorism and to punish those who violate the law. Civil-society groups, including Amnesty International and the Human Rights Association, said terrorism charges in Turkey were arbitrary, and that the draft law would violate the presumption of innocence and punish those whose trials were not finalised.Investigations based on terrorism charges have been launched against hundreds of thousands of people under a crackdown following a failed coup in 2016. Hundreds of foundations were also shut down with decrees following the coup attempt.

Half of Russians sceptical Kremlin critic Navalny was poisoned (Reuters) Half of Russians believe that Kremlin critic Alexei Navalny was either not poisoned, as he and Western governments contend, or that his poisoning was stage-managed by Western intelligence services, a poll showed on Thursday. The poll, released by the Levada-Center, shows how hard it remains for Navalny to shape public opinion in Russia even as his case attracts wide media attention in the West and his own slickly-produced videos of what happened to him this summer rack up millions of views online. Navalny, one of President Vladimir Putin’s most outspoken critics, was airlifted to Germany for medical treatment in August after collapsing on a plane in Russia. Germany has said he was poisoned with a Soviet-style Novichok nerve agent in an attempt to murder him, an assertion many Western nations accept. The poll by Levada, which is regarded as more independent than state counterparts, showed only 15% of Russians believed what happened to Navalny was an attempt by the authorities to rid themselves of a political opponent. By contrast, 30% thought that the incident was stage-managed and that there was no poisoning, and 19% said they believed it was a provocation orchestrated by Western intelligence services.

Hong Kong street refrigerator keeps giving (AP) Most people who head to Woosung Street in Hong Kong’s old-school neighborhood of Jordan are visiting its popular restaurants serving everything from curries to seafood. Others may be headed for a lone refrigerator, painted blue, with a sign that reads: “Give what you can give, take what you need to take.” The door of the fridge sitting outside a hockey academy opens to reveal it is stuffed with packets of instant noodles, biscuits, tins of food and even socks and towels for anyone who may need them. Ahmen Khan, founder of a sports foundation on the same street, said he was inspired to create a community refrigerator after seeing a film about others doing the same thing. He found the refrigerator at a nearby refuse collection point and painted it blue. “It’s like a dignity, that when you go home, you open your fridge to get food,” Khan said. “So I want the people to just feel like that. Even if it’s a street, it’s their community, it’s their home, so they can simply just open it and then just put food there, and collect the food.” Khan’s blue refrigerator project went viral on social media and people have been dropping by to leave food inside.

Israeli jets fly over Beirut, explosions reported in Syria (AP) Israeli jets flew very low over parts of Lebanon early Friday, terrifying residents on Christmas Eve, some of whom reported seeing missiles in the skies over Beirut. Minutes later, Syria’s official news agency reported explosions in the central Syrian town of Masyaf. Other Syrian media said Syrian air defenses responded to an Israeli attack near the town in the Hama province. The Syrian Ministry of Defense issued a statement saying Israel “launched an aggression by directing a barrage of rockets” from the north of the Lebanese city of Tripoli towards the Masyaf area. Israeli jets regularly violate Lebanese airspace and have often struck inside Syria from Lebanese territory. But the Christmas Eve flights were louder than usual, frightening residents of Beirut who have endured multiple crises in the past year, including the catastrophic Aug. 4 explosion at the city’s port that killed over 200 people and destroyed parts of the capital.

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Surrounded (Mafia Crossover AU)(Part 7)

~Megan~

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Day6/N.Flying/The Rose/Like any other kband honestly x Reader

Warnings: Violence, self-harm

Word Count: 1.2k

Part 1

The room fell silent as they realized Wonpil wasn't there. They continued to assist the wounded, but stayed quiet so that they could hear anything important. Sungjin got up and looked at Seunghyub. Seunghyub nodded, calling out. "Does anyone know where the heck Doctor Kim Wonpil is?!" His loud voice projected over everyone, but no one said a word. Taehyung came from the hallway at last, panting with his hands on his knees. "He might still be in the infirmary."

Sungjin nodded. "Come with me, then." They passed Hun looking somewhat in pain as he went to help Young K. Sungjin speeded to the room, ignoring him. When they reached it, they saw Wonpil on the ground. "Wonpil, what's the pro—" Tae stopped mid-sentence as he noticed who he was with; Dowoon was on the floor. He seemed to have fainted after disconnecting from the machine. Wonpil looked up at Sungjin and Tae. "Thank goodness you guys are here." He turned to accidentally reveal the knife that was still stuck in his leg. He cringed at the pain. Sungjin scrambled to his side. "What the heck happened?" Tae was sobbing already. "Woosung. He told me to run... and I did and went to tell you Sammy was here but—" "But you didn't tell me he was here, here?!" Tae leaned against the wall and cried harder. Sungjin turned back to Wonpil. "What can I do?" Wonpil squeezed his leg gently. "I'll try to get Dowoon back on the machine. Go get Hun." Sungjin scrunched his eyebrows together. "We've got three others injured. I don't know if he can come yet." "Then I'll have to settle with you. Help me lift Dowoon onto the bed." Sungjin nodded quickly and they carried the surprisingly heavy assassin to his bed. Wonpil limped to the machine and fumbled with its cords. They didn’t notice Taehyung leave the room. He muttered to himself as he tried to find the right things. Blood was dripping slowly down his leg. It couldn't have been comfortable at all with a knife protruding out of it, but Wonpil ignored it like a pro. When he finally found the right things, he grabbed the end of a cord and threaded it into Dowoon's wrist quickly. Dowoon was breathing a little, but his breaths halted then. Wonpil noticed immediately. He took a deep breath and started pumping Dowoon's chest. After a few minutes of silence and Wonpil's intense doctoring, Dowoon started breathing on his own. Wonpil instantly collapsed onto the floor in relief. He looked up at Sungjin, who smiled reassuringly. "Glad I could help..." Sungjin chuckled. "Well, now you can be a bit more. Find a lot of rags in that drawer," he pointed at one, "and get ready to hear some screaming. I want you to put the rag on my leg wound when I take out the knife. Then push it on it until Hun can come." "Is that it? That's the plan? Shouldn't I go tell somebody about this before we do this?" "You're right. Go tell—" "Need some assistance?" a voice called from the doorway. When the two boys turned to face the speaker, they flinched. It was Hajoon. "What are you here for? Didn't you guys just leave?" Sungjin asked with distaste. "Yeah. But I came back." "Why? You guys are against us." "Look, I'm sorry. Really sorry. Please, just let me help." Wonpil looked at him curiously. "How'd you know I was in need of help?" "Sammy—Woosung—told me that you were stabbed and then Dojoon convinced me to come back and help. We're not heartless, even if we're Mafia. Especially since I already hurt the other doctor, so he can't help." "What?! You hurt Hunnie?" Wonpil exclaimed furiously. "I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, clearly frustrated that they wouldn’t trust him. "Right, sure you are," Sungjin said, clenching his jaw in annoyance. "When? I didn't see him injured when I saw him after you left." "He hid it well, then. He's got a nasty burn on his back, though. I thought he'd give up, but I guess he showed his face." Wonpil laughed. "No one in NFlying gives up. What would make you think he would after just a burn?" "I suppose," he began, walking toward the drawer and taking out a rag, "I thought his betrayal might make him hide." Sungjin frowned. "Betrayal?" Hajoon nodded, but didn't speak. He went toward Wonpil with the rag at the ready. Wonpil scooted away from him, but he didn't give up. Hajoon took out the knife quickly and Wonpil yelped, clenching his teeth and letting out another scream. Soon the scream became difficult to continue since it was hard to breathe in the agony. "What are you doing?!" The man took the rag and stuffed it onto the wound, hard, and then pulled Sungjin over. "Sit on him, please. It'll help keep pressure on it." Sungjin was confused but did so. Wonpil took a sharp breath but was glad the pressure was there to staunch the blood. Then Hajoon went for the door. "Good day, Day6!" He walked out of the room smiling. "I really am sorry." "Wait, but—" Sungjin tried to call. But Hajoon closed the door behind him and Sungjin clamped his mouth shut. Wonpil wriggled underneath Sungjin. "You're really heavy, you know that, Boss?" "Uh, sorry." He gently got off and then immediately pushed the rag back onto the wound, with his hands and not his whole body weight. Wonpil thanked him. In response, Sungjin shook his head. "It's really just me caring for my Mafia. You take care of everyone, so it's the least I can do." The door swung open and Hun stumbled in, breathing hard. He noticed Wonpil with the rag almost already bled-through. He stopped and glanced around the room. He spotted the knife sitting on the ground next to Wonpil. "I heard you were in here in need of a doctor." Wonpil smiled. "Yeah, thanks." He paused, scrunching his eyebrows together in thought. "Who told you?" "U-uh, well, I don't know. He was someone I'm pretty sure I've seen somewhere, though." Sungjin nodded. "Well, are you going to come help him or not?" "Oh, right." Hun was an expert, and was done quickly. Sungjin hadn't been needed to stay, so he left early. When he went back to the room where everything had gone down, he was surprised to see Jae and Young K up and off the floor. He looked around in curiosity. You were nowhere to be found and he instantly had a different feeling in his stomach. He walked toward Young K. "Where's Y/N? Didn't she get knocked out?" Young K scrunched his eyebrows. "You're right, she did. I didn't notice her leave, or get up. Just five minutes ago she was still on the floor." 

Sungjin didn't bother to ask anyone else and hurried to your room. On his way through the dim halls, he was shouting for you. 

Part 8

[lgcwoosung-a]

                                CASTING CALL 007 - HAN WOOSUNG                                                                                              DREAM HIGH MUSICAL AUDITION                                                                  AUDITIONING FOR: ENSEMBLE ROLE                      SCENE USED: [EPISODE 14; JB AND HYESUNG] (00:15-01:14) 

For every opportunity Legacy presented him that Woosung wanted to take, nature itself dictated that he’d also be obliged to at least try and participate in an opportunity he’d never touch if it was up to him. And this trimester’s entire trainee mission is one of those opportunities he’d have happily foregone.

And here he was thinking last trimester’s mission had been a curse.

Woosung couldn’t stand Dream High when it had first come out, having being subjected to watching it when he was confined to his hospital bed during its original airdate, thanks to both a pushy roommate and his mother. Time and a change of environment had done nothing to endear the series to Woosung when he’d tried giving it a second chance a few years later. If anything, it had made him cringe even harder, the melodramatics and bad ‘High School Musical’ vibes only making the whole drama a thing of him to snark at and annoy his mother (who was still a devoted fan) with.

So of course he’s been roped into having to audition for a musical version of the damn thing for the sake of his place in Legacy.

Sighing as his name is called out, Woosung makes his way to the audition room, straightening his shirt and brushing his bangs from his face and pastes a smile on his face. Even if he can’t stand the thought of having to participate in this musical, he should at least present an eager face to the judges and coaches, if only for the sake of his position in the company.

“Good Afternoon! I’m Han Woosung and I’ll be auditioning for a role in the Ensemble cast! My scene is from episode 14 of the second season when JB confronts Hyesung after injuring his leg in the car accident. I’m ready to start when you are!”

Taking his place before the female judge who will play the role of Hyesung, Woosung takes a breath to push away his lingering unhappiness at the whole situation before school his expression into a hurt one.

At least his mood would match the first part of this scene. In this scene, JB has been hospitalized after being hit by a car when Hyesung attempted to end their relationship and is upset that she hadn’t visited him or contacted him in any way since the incident. Woosung does his best to channel that upset and resentment into his performance, drawing on his own annoyance.

“You didn’t even contact me, not once.” he intones, his expression aloof but his voice betraying the pain ‘he’ feels. “And now you wanna sing a duet with me? On this stage?” he doesn’t hesitate to scoff slightly at the end of his line.

To be honest, he can see why JB would have been upset. Not that Woosung is overflowing with sympathy for him, either.

The judge simply nods and replies in a monotonous ‘yeah,’ and Woosung shifts a little. Even though he knew that they weren’t going to be acting alongside him, he can’t help but think the non-performance kills the mood a lot. Still, he plows on, looking incredulous and taking the music sheet from the judge, eyes roaming over it.

After a moment’s pause (in which Woosung wishes he had someone who’d play along, even a little), he raises his eyebrows and nods slightly.

“I won’t do it for free.” He smirks a little. “I am an artist.”

“You have to buy me lots of delicious foods. And apologize to my dad. You have to follow my words.”

Woosung personally thinks this dude could do with having another accident and it’s hard not to let his disgust show. It’s at this point that Hyesung starts to get emotional and cry, so it’s jarring to simply see his partner nodding along, a neutral look on her face.

“...Got it. I’ll do as you asked, so don’t cry anymore. Stop it.”

With a final nod from the judge the scene is over and Woosung can’t be more relieved. His smile is more relieved than it has any right to be as he bows to the panel and thanks them for their time before he’s dismissed. And once the door closes behind him, he lets out a groan of frustration.

He can’t say he was proud of how it went, but at least it was over.

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[jos-corner-of-the-world]

Tough Love - 13

12

Woosung didn’t even bother putting on his gloves or wrapping his hands before he started hitting the punching bag.

He couldn’t get Penelope off his mind.  She had such a horrible view of herself and it hurt his heart how hard on herself she was.  She couldn’t see what everyone else could see.  She was beautiful, smart, and kind. Woosung had never wanted to shake a person more in his life.  Shake sense into her that she was healthy and beautiful and she needed someone to appreciate her and support her.  Something it didn’t seem like this Milo did.

What a stupid name. What is he a dog? Actually you know what, that name fits him. Milo the dog. Woosung thought as he kept hitting the bag harder.

“Woosung?” he heard Penelope say from behind him.

He turned around, arms falling to his side immediately at seeing her face.  She looked concerned, but also tired.  Like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.

But more than that, he could see that she’d been crying.

“Hey.” Woosung said, not knowing what else to say to her.

Penelope just gave him a watery smile.

“Mind if I join you?” Penelope asked him.

He just nodded his head, walking over to grab what he needed to wrap her hands up.

He didn’t say anything as she took off her sweater and walked over to him, silently holding her hands out for him.

He finished wrapping them for her and walked behind the bag to hold it still for her.

“Remember to keep your wrists straight and follow through on the punch." Woosung told her quietly.

Penelope just nodded her head, throwing her first punch.

Woosung was surprised by the force of the throw. He knew something happened and Penelope needed to vent out her frustrations.

But after a few minutes her punches started losing strength and her face had fallen even more.

Woosung just watched sadly as Penelope's eyes started tearing up.

After a few more minutes the tears were flowing freely and the strength behind the punches had returned.

Woosung knew he needed to stop her, but didn't know how.

"Penelope." He started.

"No." She said, throwing another hard punch.

"Penelope, stop." He said as he took a step away from the bag.

But she didn't acknowledge him, just kept going. She was almost in hysterics by the time Woosung was able to get next to her.

He walked up beside her and put his hand on her shoulder but she didn't stop.

“Penelope” he said, raising his voice slightly.

She just kept going. Crying harder with each punch.

Woosung finally stepped in between her and the bag. He went to reach for her hands and before he could get them both in his grasp, she landed a solid punch to the left side of his jaw.

"Please stop." Woosung said, ignoring the searing pain on his face.

"No. It's not enough. It's never enough. I need to go until I can't anymore." Penelope said, fighting against his hold.

"No. It's enough for today, Penelope. It’s really enough." Woosung said.

"No. I'm not enough. I'll never be enough." Penelope said. 

It hit Woosung hard how she'd changed from talking about her workout to talking about herself.

"Why am I not enough?" Penelope said, losing all the fight in her.

Woosung couldn't hold himself back as he wrapped Penelope into a firm hug.

He could feel her body shaking from crying.

He stood there for a few minutes just holding Penelope and letting her cry.

She tried to pull out of his grasp, but only managed to trip herself. Woosung wasn't holding tight enough to keep her upright.

He kneeled on the floor next to her, putting an arm over her back.

"I won't ask you to talk to me. But I will tell you that whatever you have going on, you can tell me if you'd like. You can vent, cry and scream. But you cannot hurt yourself. You could have seriously injured yourself if you'd have kept going like that. Your form was off and you weren't keeping your wrists straight. One wrong blow with the strength you were putting behind it and you'd have hurt yourself. This place, and myself, are safe spaces for whatever you need. But you have to stay safe physically as well."

He wasn't sure why, but Penelope started crying harder. She grabbed onto his arm that was resting on his bent knees in front of him.

“I am so sorry that I hit you” she said, voice sounding ragged.

“It's fine” he started. “I know you didn't mean to. But we should cancel our session for today. It doesn't seem like this is what you need to be doing right now.” he told her honestly.

“I don't know what else to do.” Penelope responded. 

“I need to do something to not think and to not feel.” Penelope said, looking up at him.  It struck him how utterly defeated she looked.

Whatever Woosung was going to say was cut off when he saw his sister's head pop in the room.

“Hey Trin, sorry now is not a good time. I'm with a client” he said looking up from a broken Penelope.

Trinity gasped and apologized quickly before turning around to leave.

Woosung saw her pause briefly and then whip her head back in his direction.

“Peanut?” He heard her say.

Penelope's head shot up quickly searching for the voice that she knew.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” Trinity asked her, coming into the room without invitation.

Penelope moved out of Woosungs grasp quickly and threw herself at Trinity, almost knocking them both over.

“It was horrible Trin. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say, or how to feel. I thought things were just bad but I didn't realize how bad they really were or how much I had done to mess things up.”

“Peanut, sweetie, what are you talking about? What did you mess up?” Trinity asked, looking up at Woosung in confusion.

Woosung was just as confused as she was.  His sister knew Penelope?

“Trin, he’s going to leave me.” Penelope said, clinging to Trinity harder.

“Who, Milo?” Trinity asked.  

“Yes. He’s going to leave me.”

“Why? What happened?” Trinity asked.

“I went home after we got done with breakfast and...I went home...Why did I go home?” Penelope asked.

“Peanut what happened?” Trinity asked.

“He’s having an affair..” Penelope said.

“What?!” Trinity asked, voice raising a few octaves.

Woosung was frozen in place.  He’d just now realized that his Penelope was the same as his sister’s Peanut.  Penelope was the friend with the boyfriend his sister wanted to smother.  On top of that, he was the cause of all of Penelope’s pain.

“You should be the one leaving him.” Trinity said, voice full of anger and disgust.

“Why would I do that? I’ll never find someone that treats me like he does.” Penelope cried. She wasn't even sure if she believed that, but in the moment it's how she felt.

“I sure the fuck hope not. Why would you want another person to treat you like that?” Trinity asked.

“Okay, let’s all go to my office. This isn’t the right place for this conversation.” Woosung said, head finally catching up to everything going on around him.

Trinity just nodded, not letting go of Penelope.

“What happened to your face?” Trinity asked as he opened the office door in front of them.

“Nothing.” he said, rubbing his jaw a little.  In all the commotion he forgot that he’d been hit.  He could tell there was already a bruise forming.

“I punched him in the jaw.” Penelope said, voice void of emotion.

“I mean good for you, but why?” Trinity asked.

Penelope let out a small laugh before looking up sadly at Woosung.

“I really am sorry.” Penelope said to him before turning back to Trinity.

“I was hitting the punching bag and I just kept thinking about what I saw when I got home. And I just...kept going and going. Woosung tried to stop me many times before just stepping in between me and the bag. My brain didn’t catch on to what was happening until I’d hit him.” Penelope admitted.

“That’s going to leave a vicious bruise.  I’m proud of you kid.” Trinity said.

“Why do you call me Kid when I’m five years older than you?” Penelope asked her.  She noticed she’d started calling her Peanut too, but Penelope didn’t think anything of Trinity eccentricity anymore.

“Just seems fitting.” Trinity replied.

“Okay, back to the situation at hand. Peanut, please tell me you’re kicking him out of the apartment.” Trinity said, tone turning more serious.

“How can I do that? Everything is in his name. The lease, utilities, insurance. Everything.” Penelope said.

“Why isn’t it in your name as well?” Trinity asked.

“I don’t know. He said when we leased it that it had to be in his name in case he ever got sick of me. I thought he was just kidding.”

“Ugh, that selfish son of a bitch!” Trinity yelled, surprising both Penelope and Woosung.

Woosung through all of this had been quiet.  He didn’t know what to say that wasn’t going to make the situation worse so he just kept quiet.  But his mind was going in all different directions.  Most dominantly, he was worried about Penelope and how she was feeling right now.

“So he gets to cheat on you, make you feel like shit, AND keep the apartment?  Where are you going to go?” Trinity asked her.

“What do you mean? I’m going to go home and apologize.” Penelope said.

“Apologize for what?!” Trinity asked, unable to comprehend what was happening.

“For being...me. For disappointing him and forcing his hand in everything. I caused this because of the confliction in my heart.”

“No. You know what, fuck that. You’re not apologizing for shit. Penelope, you can’t go back there. He’s not going to change and you’re just going to get hurt even more. Please Peanut, please don’t go back there.  This has nothing to do with the confliction in your heart and everything to do with what a shitty person he is!” Trinity begged her.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go. I don’t have money for a hotel and I don’t have family here.” Penelope told her.

Woosung’s heart hurt more and more with every word that Penelope said.  He wanted to join his sister in smothering the guy now.  He really should have punched him in the mouth the last time.

“Come stay with me.” Trinity said immediately.

“I can’t do that. You were just telling me this morning about how great things are with you and your husband. I don’t want to be in the way.” 

“Please. I’d kick him out if you wanted me to.” Trinity said, brushing the idea to the side.

“Jesus, I’d never ask you to do that.  I’d hate to come in between the two of you.” Penelope said.

“You do realize she’s married to Jae right?” Woosung spoke for the first time.

“She’d mentioned his name, yes.” Penelope said.

“Wait. Like...Jae?” Penelope asked, pointing towards the front of the gym.

“Yeah, that Jae.” Woosung confirmed.  “And he could come and stay with me.” Woosung said.

That surprised Trinity.  She obviously knew Jae was his best friend, but her husband drove her brother absolutely mad, and that was on a good day.

“Hold on. I’m so confused here.  You’re married to Jae?” Penelope asked.

“I am.”

“Is that why you were at the gym today?” Penelope asked, realizing it made sense.

“No, I don’t come see him at work.” Trinity snorted. “I came in to see my brother.” Trinity said, smiling up at Woosung.

“Who is your brother?” Penelope asked.

But before Trinity could even answer her, it dawned on Penelope.

“Of course.” Penelope said, laughing lightly for not realizing it until now.

“You’re El Diablo.” Penelope said to Trinity.

“I am!” Trinity laughed.

“I can’t believe neither of us pieced it together before now.  You told me your brother was a business owner and you’d talked a lot about Jae.” Penelope said.

“You want to know something funny? When you told me earlier that you were seeing a personal trainer I was going to try and sway you to join Sammy’s gym.  I don’t need to now.” Trinity laughed.

It was quiet for another moment before Penelope spoke again.

“Trin, what am I going to do?” Penelope asked her, feeling lost.

“Well, first you’re going to go home and pack up as much stuff as you can and then we’re all going to my house. Sammy can cook, Jae can play some guitar and me and you can get absolutely blitzed.” Trinity told her.

Any other time, Woosung would have made a sarcastic comment about his baby sister bossing him around, but in this instance he was more than okay with it.

“Will you go with me?” Penelope asked Trinity.

“Oh, I’m coming and so is he.” Trinity said, pointing to her brother.

“I doubt that’s necessary. He won’t put up a fight if I leave.” Penelope told her.

“I don’t mean for him, I mean for you.  I’m bringing muscles to carry you out kicking and screaming if necessary.”

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14

[straykidsftw]

Which skz kids would participate in the area 51 raid?-🐝

joey - yes, 100%

mack - would say fuck it and go along

zack - came up with the idea but now is very excited for a trip

jemima - wants to go with her brothers, but is very cautious

woosung - just going to keep joey safe

sungja - just going to keep woosung safe

minseo - is not going but is on a phonecall/facetime the whole time

mina - going just to be with mack

miran - what the heck, she’s got nothing else to loose

changmi - probably not, but she wishes she was

hyungsik - no (but if jiyoung returns injured, he’s marching there by himself)

hyungjoon - dragged along by benji

jiyoung - is very excited and really wants to go

benji - yes

hazel - would just sigh and go along bc why the hell not

areum - going to accompany sungja

jitae - nope

jihae - lowkey wants to but doesnt bc she has more important things to do

[idolizerp]

LOADING INFORMATION ON 1NFERNO’S LEAD VOCAL, LEAD DANCE JANG WOOSUNG...

IDOL DETAILS

STAGENAME: N/A CURRENT AGE: 21 DEBUT AGE: 18 TRAINEE SINCE AGE: 14 COMPANY: Midas ETC: This member is known for often occupying a center role in videos and promotions

IDOL IMAGE

On stage, Woosung is a captivating performer. Explosive energy and charisma, a coordinated dancer and stable vocalist, with a cute yet handsome visual to boot. He’s magnet on stage, someone who fans’ eyes are drawn to despite not being the best dancer or vocal in the group. He can handle the experimental concepts that Midas throws at 1nferno and is able to take most of the intense concepts in stride, finding it not terribly difficult to get into a character and convey the appropriate image onstage.

Offstage, however, Woosung is incredibly different. Having a naturally meek, introverted, and insecure personality, he tends on the quieter side during interviews, lives, and other social situations, finding it hard to talk and share his opinions. Midas pushes him as a chic, artistic personality, capitalizing on his contemporary dance training as a testament to his artistry and emotionality. It’s an easy role for Woosung to play, as someone who is much more comfortable staying quiet regardless of his image. During public appearances, he tends to let the stronger personalities in the group take over, chiming in rarely and even then, it’s usually only when he’s directly referred to or asked a question. Some fans complain about this behaviour, calling him cold and distant from the other members of the group, but his dedicated fans claim it’s because of his emotive side, reasoning that he’s one to read the situation and observe in order to match the others involved, rather than take charge of things.

When Woosung does speak, he’s surprisingly insightful despite his shyness, a delight to both fans and the company. He’s the type to consider unusual perspectives, without being strange enough to be labelled as a 4D personality. He’s thoughtful and considerate, easily able to gauge the needs of others around him. He does have his spacey moments, though, tending to get lost in thought. Thankfully, it’s more endearing than frustrating, and is marketed as simply another aspect of his emotionally-tuned personality.

IDOL HISTORY

1998.

Jang Woosung has always been a boy caught between two worlds, even from birth. He is born on January 26, 1998 to a Korean father and a Korean-American mother, and given two names— Woosung, a Korean name given by his father, and William, an English name given by his mother. Neither quite fit, each one missing a component of the other, and as Woosung grows up, he comes to resent them both. His English name as a target of ridicule, the label of gyopo, his mother’s roots in America. His Korean name as a cover up, trying to conceal the other half of him; but also, as a constant reminder of a father who left him, who gives him that name before leaving when Woosung is less than six months old. His mother has already established herself in Korea, has already planned a life here for her son, so despite being alone, she stays, intent on raising her son like she had planned, just without Woosung’s father. And so she does, the two of them in a tiny apartment in Ilsan, an infant Woosung crying for a father he wouldn’t even remember.

2001.

There’s no reason for Woosung to attend nursery school. His mother’s job as a freelance translator means she can work from home, balancing her responsibilities for work and responsibilities as a mom. They don’t go out much, simply stay safe in their own little world. Woosung’s mom is all he needs, and his mother is happy to provide. That is, until Woosung turns three, and his mother takes him to America to meet his grandparents. Look at him, Mia, they tell Woosung’s mother. He never leaves your side. He doesn’t talk to his cousins. He hardly plays at all. He keeps to himself too much. He doesn’t know how to socialize. What kind of adult will William be if he doesn’t learn how to act as a child?

And they’re right. Woosung is withdrawn, looks at others with fear in his eyes, holds onto his mother’s skirt wherever they go. So, as soon as she gets back to Korea, she enrols him in the first activity she can find that will take three year olds— a ballet class at a studio just a fifteen minute bus ride away. Woosung cries during the first class. He cries during the second. He clings to his mother and begs her not to go. She hushes him, gives him a kiss on the cheek, tells him that if he goes to the class, tries his best, acts like a good boy, they’ll get ice cream later. Isn’t that nice, Will? Wouldn’t you like that?

This is where everything begins.

2003.

Woosung excels in his ballet class. He takes it very seriously, practices at home, hums the complex classical melodies even when class has long ended. He doesn’t become the most talkative kid in the class, not by a long shot, still insecure and devastatingly shy, but he comes out of his shell a bit, shares short sentences with a few of the other kids in his class before and after their lessons. I want to be a dancer, he tells his mom, and he’s good enough, loves it so much that she kisses his head and says of course, Will, whatever you love to do is something worth doing.

But then, Woosung starts school, and the bullying begins. In his dance classes, the other children were too young to understand what it meant when Woosung spoke another language with his mother, and they spent too little time with him to be bothered by it. The children at school, however, understand the difference. They realize that Woosung is different because he speaks a language that isn’t Korean with his mother, because the food he eats for lunch is a bit different from theirs, because he has two different names on his report. So they tease him, pick on him, call him a foreigner, a gyopo, a fake Korean. Woosung’s personality doesn’t help him either, his shyness and lack of interest in anything other than dance making him an easy target. It never progresses beyond name-calling, but it hurts just the same, presses down on Woosung until he withdraws entirely, speaks to hardly anyone. It’s then that he vows to never use his English name again.

2007.

It’s not until Woosung is nearly ten years old that he meets his father again. They never talks about him much, Woosung and his mother, and he would never visit— he lives far from us, Will, it’s hard to get here from Busan. Woosung was never able to forget him, though, reminded of his father’s existence by the cards and small pockets of money that double as birthday gifts and seollal presents. But one November day, when Woosung gets home from school, his mother tells him (in a voice so quiet, nearly sad, your father wants to visit you, William) and Woosung stops.

His father is tall, intimidating, dressed in a suit when he drives up to meet Woosung. (Even that detail is strange to Woosung— his mother has never had a car.) He takes Woosung for dinner, to a restaurant with food that Woosung doesn’t like but chokes down anyways because he’s scared of seeming impolite. He finds out he has sisters— two of them, aged five and two— that he’s never met or heard of before. Woosung, talking for the first time since his father picked him up, asks how they can be his sisters if they don’t have the same mom. His father doesn’t answer, takes him home twenty minutes later.

Back inside his house, the small apartment he shares with his mother, he feels like he’s back in the safe zone. But there is no safe zone anymore, the influence of another world with his father weighing on Woosung even when he’s alone with his mother. And so he withdraws into himself even further, stumbling along the line between two contrasting worlds that he must exist in at the same time.

2011.

Woosung dances every day, now. He’s moved on from ballet, branching out into contemporary, modern, other styles of dance that make use of his lithe frame and flexibility. He finishes school each day and goes straight to practice, logging long hours at the studio, coming home well past sundown and still slaving over his homework. He doesn’t do great in school, but his mother keeps on him, tells him it’s good to have a backup, Will, what if you get injured and you have to stop dancing? It’s a thought that scares him immensely, but he trusts his mother, so he tries his best, forces himself to keep going, stays up well into the night just to keep his head above the water.

But the lessons are getting expensive now, the older Woosung gets and the harder he pushes himself. He starts competing— starts winning, bits of money here and there, small scholarships to workshops— but the costs rack up. His mother is alone, just her and Woosung, and while his dad visits sometimes, he never provides. So it gets harder to put food on the table, harder to pay the bills, and the night that he notices his mother not eating simply because there isn’t enough food, Woosung breaks.

For the first time in his life, Woosung reaches out to his father. It’s not like Woosung has never contacted him before— since Woosung met him four years ago, he makes sure to message him on important days to wish him well, like his father’s birthday, or Parent’s Day. He’s a good son, polite, and he never asks for anything, never asked until that day, when he meets up with his father and asks him for money.

His father doesn’t agree. His father denies him vehemently, once he finds out what the money is for. He’s fuming, yells at Woosung, I already have two other kids to provide for, and you have the audacity to ask me for money for a hobby? For ballet? I won’t support something gay like that.

It’s the first time Woosung hears the word gay like that— used to describe something he loves so dearly, curled up into the seat of his father’s car, his head down and tears in his eyes. He’s heard it snickered behind his back in school, as he got older and the bullying had turned from shouts and jeers to things more subtle. I heard he dances ballet. And he’s never had a crush on anyone, he’s never even talked to any of the girls in our grade. Do you think he’s gay? It still hurt, a lot, his heart aching at each comment, but it was easy enough to tune out, used to it after eight years of snide comments and insults— but this is the first time he hears it so directly. He doesn’t realize why it would be a bad thing, his mother always telling him gently it’s fine to like what you like, as long as you aren’t hurting anyone. But from his father, it sounds bad. It sounds wrong. Woosung doesn’t even know what he likes yet, doesn’t know if he’s gay or not, but it plants the seed then— he can’t be gay, not if he wants to be loved.

Woosung goes home and cries, locks himself in his room, presses his face into his pillow and tries not to make himself as small as possible in hopes that he might disappear. He deliberates it for days, stays up all night thinking. The thought of quitting is unbearable, but there’s no way he can let his mom keep doing this to pay for his dance. After a few days, an idea comes to him, risky yet seductive.

If I get accepted into a good company for my dance, will you help mom pay for it? He texts his dad, too scared to ask him to his face after last time.

His dad agrees.

2012.

Woosung gets scouted less than three months later.

He’d cut out his ballet classes, cut out modern and contemporary, switched to something that people would be interested in him for. Something that people wouldn’t call him gay for. He joins a hip hop academy, fills his time outside of school with that. He learns the basics voraciously, dedicating every second of his time to be able to improve as fast as possible. He doesn’t have the power and swagger that the other dancers have, but he’s toned, coordinated, and expresses feelings well onstage, uses all of it to his advantage to put on a good performance. He tries his best to fit in, to not draw any criticisms, feigns confidence like it’s his job. Two months after he joins his academy, they put on a public performance, and someone in a suit approaches him as he leaves the venue. I work for an entertainment company, they tell him, but Woosung doesn’t hear anything, only sees the Midas on the business card they hand him. We’re looking for new trainees right now for an idol group. You should audition.

Woosung does. He goes to the first audition he can make it to, forks out the little bit of money he has saved to travel to Seoul for it. A week later, his name is on the contract.

2015.

Trainee life is exhausting. As much as Woosung wanted to leave school, dedicate every minute of his life to dance and performance, his mother and the company wouldn’t let it happen. He enrols in SOPA with the companies help, in the Department of Practical Dance, goes to school and study only to train into the wee hours of the morning. He moves into the dorms, away from his mom— as much as it breaks his heart, going between Ilsan and Seoul every day on top of his already intense schedule just wasn’t feasible. Woosung never takes it easy on himself, always pushing himself as much as he can, working as hard as he can. He’s self-critical, incredibly so, uses every second he can in the studios and practices until his body is screaming at him. It seems to pay off, getting him noticed by the company. He doesn’t rank too high in his evaluations, maybe a bit above average, but he gets compliments from his coaches, trainers, teachers. He doesn’t dare take any of it for granted, though; he’s seen it happen, talented trainees letting the praise go to their head, getting cocky, getting comfortable, and in the end, getting dropped from the company. He makes sure he’s always consistent, always hungry, searching to be better. Woosung doesn’t pay much attention to the other trainees, never really makes friends— it’s not like that’s something he’s ever been in the habit of anyways, after how his school life turned out. The cutthroat nature of the trainee industry makes it harder on him too, because the comments turn from general meanness to picking on the parts of himself he has confidence in. They pick on his dancing, about how he lacks power, how he’s too soft in his movements, how he stands out too much that he’ll never fit into a group. The comments break him down even more, tear his confidence to pieces. He doesn’t let it destroy him though, and he doesn’t back out— he’s come too far to quit now, and besides, what would his mother and father think? So Woosung just does what he’s always done— keeps his head down, his mouth shut, and works until he can’t anymore.

Then at the end of 2015, right before Woosung is about to go home for the holidays, he’s called for a meeting with five other boys and told they’ll debut. Management explains the concept to them— experimental, powerful, conceptual. It doesn’t seem like it’s anything Woosung will fit into at all, especially when he’s given the label of lead dancer and lead vocal. He doesn’t have the strength behind his voice, the power in his movements to carry such a title. But the company assures him, all wolvish smiles, hands on his shoulders, you don’t need to worry, Woosung, you’re handsome and tall so you’ll do well. It clicks then, why he’s gotten as far as he has, why the company always seemed to like him, give him some extra spotlight. It wasn’t because of his talent, because of his hard work— even though he’s a good dancer and a decent singer, what the company wanted him for was his looks. Everything feels fake now, the compliments, the encouragements, all the work he put in discounted. It feels like a weight on his shoulders, another thing crushing down on him. He resents himself for it, resents not being able to get by on his talent alone, resents the company having to lean into his looks to justify putting him into the group. And yet, months

later, despite everything, he debuts.

2019.

Woosung has never had a crush. Never had a true friend, someone his age that he could talk to. Never had a goal other than dance. Never had an urge to open his mouth and speak his mind. But now, things are changing. Woosung has a couple people that he’s comfortable with being around, people who he trusts not to tear him down at the first chance they get. They’re few and far between, his friends, but at least they exist. People still intimidate him, strong, aggressive personalities easily overpowering him, and he’s still devastatingly shy, but the company is pushing him, putting him front and centre, so he’s forced to work through the anxiety, stomp it down so he can do well. He has a crush now, maybe. He doesn’t know what it feels like to have a crush, but he thinks this might be it— the heart fluttering, cheek reddening feeling whenever that certain someone is around. He doesn’t think anything will come of it— who would want to date someone like him, twenty-one years old with absolutely no experience— but it’s there. (He’s not gay though. Or, he doesn’t think he’s gay. He can’t be gay, not after what his dad said to him.) He has fans, people who like him, hears good things about himself. They like his English, find him relatable, coo over him, find out his English name, call him Will without it twisting his stomach in the same way. There’s not as much direct bullying anymore, but Woosung is so used to it now, feeling like he’s being criticized for everything he does, that he finds himself being hard on himself. Late nights spent crying in the practice rooms, his body aching so much that it’s hard to get off the ground. He wants to snap out of it, but it’s hard— especially when he sees comments online, fans pitting the members against each other, pointing out how he lacks compared to the main vocal and main dancer. But he’s trying— really, he is— and maybe, one day, he’ll feel good enough.

[ttherose]

Okay so,,, I want to support the rose and join this fandom, but I'm so lost and feel left out since I don't know anything ;__; please help?

AAAYYY NEW BLACK ROSE YYOOOYOYO HOW’S IT GOING!!!!

Ok, so first off, an introduction to the members. The Rose is a four member band comprised of Woosung (or Sammy) Dojoon, Hajoon, and Jaehyeong. They debuted on August 3rd with their first single, ‘Sorry’. They made a comeback on November 1st with ‘Like We Used To’. Before they debuted, they did a lot of busking and stage performances, here’s a post with some of the highlights. (if you look around there are other ones too, all amazing and beautiful, Yellow by Coldplay isn’t in that post but you should listen to it) They also have 3 other original songs that are included in there. They did a few livestreams when they debuted, and here is a Google Drive folder with them. Here are all of their SNS accounts. Ok now for member profiles! (I’ve made a few of these before, but I’ll do it again hahhaaa) Our fandom name is Black Rose, which if I remember correctly means eternal love. 

Here we have them! Left to right is Hajoon, Woosung, Dojoon, and our angel giant Jaehyeong. Before they were The Rose, they were known as Windfall, this was before Dojoon asked Sammy to join his band, some of their older busking video can still be found on YouTube, back when we had nothing but those few fancams and the occasional IG post hahaahha. 

Oldest is Sammy/Woosung:

He is one of the main vocalist and the guitarist. His voice has the power to reduce people to tears (personal experience), and his passion is so moving. He lived in LA, so he is fluent in English, and is friends with Jae from Day6 and BM from K.A.R.D, he participated in the first season of KpopStar with them. He played football when he was in highschool (American football) but he was injured, that was when he started music. He is such a cutie who melts hearts with his sweater paws and beautiful singing. (his IG is aesthetic goals tbh). When he talks, it sounds like melting chocolate or gooey caramel. His birthday is February 25th 1993, and his rose color is white (oh all of the members have a specific color of rose, I forgot to mention that) He was featured in the music video for ‘Hate You’ by Ladies Code. (he’s also the only member that we know has a tattoo, which is on his right bicep and is his mother’s birthday in Roman numerals) 

Next Dojoon/Leo:

He is the pianist and one of the main vocalists. He lived in New Zealand for about 5 years (he has a slight accent and it’s absolutely adorable). He is the king of SNS posting and fan service. He has this weird habit of ‘sending love from his nostrils’, I don’t understand it but he’s cute so we let it slide. During busking or live shows, he is the one doing most of the talking. His birthday is April 20th 1993 and his rose color is red. (here’s a video you have to see, but be warned you might die. He’s also friends with J.Seph and BM form K.A.R.D (also rapper™ Leo). 

Hajoon: 

Hajoon is the drummer. He posts the most selcas out of the members and somehow manages to make the same face in almost all of them, it’s inspiring. His voice is just…. pure honey, it’s beautiful. He’s the most levelheaded one, and cares a lot about the fans. In one of their IG lives, they came up with English names for Hajoon and Jaehyeong, and the one they came up for him was Dylan so…..yeah. Woosung said he doesn’t live his life messily and is laid back. His soft smile makes me weak btw. His birthday is July 26 1994 and his rose color is blue. Tbh, I want to give Hajoon some hot chocolate and a hug…..he looks like a good hugger

Jaehyeong: 

This boy is a literal angel sent to bless us all. His smile is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and he’s the sweetest guy. He is the bassist and his voice is so soothing. He can be kind of shy, but he can also change in a second to become this confident performer who rocks the stage. He always looks happy and exudes warmth wherever he goes. His birthday is November 3rd 1994, and his rose color is pink! Like Hajoon, they came up with an English name for him, and he chose Jeff (he also towers above the rest of them, it’s ridiculous (just look at the first pic of them ajskahsfd he’s so tall)

(this is one of my favorite pics of him, he looks so soft and angelic……also that hair needs to make a comeback, there are pics of him with red hair, and they almost killed me)

This band will make you feel all soft and warm with their cuteness and passion. They don’t really care what people think about them, they just want to have fun an make good music. They are such fanboys of UK rock, especially The Script, and when The Script liked one of their IG posts with a cover, they freaked out and it was the most adorable thing ever. So in conclusion, stan this group of absolute dorks, they honestly have the best company ever, and are always so careful to make sure intl fans are included ad feel welcome. 

Again, welcome to the fandom!!!

[you-did-well-my-love]

Drama Review: Hwarang

The biggest disappointment of 2016 and probably 2017, screw you writers.

Rating: 2/5. If I’m being generous, 2.5.

OST: I wasn’t the biggest fan, but that might have just been my hatred for the drama boiling over onto everything else. When you listen to the album, there are some good songs. But they kept playing the same two bland songs over and over again. I personally recommend It’s Definitely You by V and Jin, and Memories of a Miracle by Jeon Woosung. Hyungsik’s song is really nice too.

Genre: Romantic Comedy, Historical

Synopsis: History is often made on the backs of truly passionate, talented young people. During the Kingdom of Silla, a group of elite youth known as Hwarang (literally "Flowering Knights") would wield great influence. These dashing, talented knights – Moo Myung, Sam Maek Jong, Soo Ho, Ban Ryu, Yeo Wool, Han Sung, and maiden Ah Ro – could outsmart and outfight anyone as they pushed for justice in Seorabeol, the capital city. One of them would become King Jin Heung of Silla and change the course of history.

Thoughts/Review: (spoilers)

This drama was a mess, and I’m going to rip into it. If you don’t want to hear what I believe are legitimate reasons this drama was bad, then don’t read further. 

I’ll get what I liked out of the way in the beginning because there’s not much. The actors were all great. I thought the actors who played the Hwarang embodied their characters to the T and you could really feel the bromance and how well they got along off set. When their was comedy, it was great. I loved how Ah Ro called Sam Maek Jong out after the forced kiss. “If kissing me against my will wasn’t a mistake, then was it a childish tantrum?” was the best line of the entire drama. Plot-wise: I loved the romance between Ban Ryu and Soo Yeon. 

That’s about it.

This drama was an overwhelming disappointment. I waited so damn long because they kept pushing the air date back, which only built up the hype more. Then they had all these promotions with the six boys, and I was SO excited.

That is my first complaint. The synopsis is bullshit. The drama is not about our lovely “dashing, talented knights” rather it is about a pathetic love triangle with a female lead who does nothing but get into trouble and cry.

This drama was about the Hwarang. It was called Hwarang. There was not enough Hwarang.

It started out very promising, and with a great cameo from Lee Kwang Soo, and the comedy was pretty great. But the more you watch, the more it goes to shit. The reason I kept watching is because I wanted to see how things turned out. I’ve been a fan of Hyungsik’s since High Society and enjoy watching his dramas. Minho and V are my babies. And I fell in love with Do Ji Han and Ban Ryu’s character.

The first mistake was making Ah Ro think Moo Myung was her brother. The two of them did not have chemistry, and I think that just sort of killed anything that could have bloomed between them. There was no development in their romance, there was a weak attempt at internal conflict with Ah Ro and her feelings, and then they were all of the sudden in love with each other.

Also, there was literally no point for them to lie to her. This wasn’t like That Winter the Wind Blows when he was trying to scam her. They should have just told her “Hey, your brother died, this is his friend and I want to take care of him out of respect for your brother.” and then given her her right to mourn her brother’s death. Looking back, that was the first sign to get out while I could.

Their romance wasn’t the only romance I had a problem with. It was Soo Ho’s crush on the queen. If they had cast someone else as the queen, it might have been tolerable. But I could not stand the queen. Could not stand her. The actress was expressionless and emotionless unless she was screaming over something stupid.

Second thing I disliked, the first being the romance lines, was the editing. It was really jumpy, and made the whole thing seem weird. For example that one scene in like episode 7 or 8 where Moo Myung fell off the horse. He hadn’t shown signs of any problem for the past like five episodes and all of the sudden he blacked out and fell off his horse with no pulse, and suddenly Ah Ro regrets all of the terrible things she yelled at him literally three seconds before in a different scene. SPEAKING OF WHICH did they ever explain why he passed out? I don’t think they did? Add that to the list of problems...

The third thing I disliked was Ah Ro. She was so boring. I don’t blame Go Ara (entirely... some things she did and certain lines she delivered annoyed me) but the character was really poorly written. She was really shallow with barely any background or personality. All the writers had her do was run around between the two boys and cry. Her most interesting scenes were when she was acting as a physician, and there were hardly any. When they did happen, they lasted for merely seconds. Then she went back to crying and moping about Moo Myung.

It was so damn repetitive. Moo Myung gets his dumb ass injured and Ah Ro cried about it. Or Ah Ro got her dumb ass in trouble, and cried about it.

Which leads me to my next problem.

My biggest issue with the drama: terrible writing.

Such poor writing. It took them forever to set up the story, the Hwarang weren’t formed until episode four. A drama that was supposed to center around them didn’t. We got to episode fifteen and the plot hadn’t progressed one bit. Episode 19 was literally a waste of time. And boy did they twist history.

First, I want to talk about Han Sung’s death and how it showcases the terrible writing. I remember before the episode aired, a ton of articles came out saying “BTS’s V’s character revealed to play a key part in setting the final conflict into motion.” 

It’s a common trope when you have a group of friends; killing off the youngest, the purest, the last person who deserved to die. It’s used to really rip into that raw emotion of the main characters, and as the Hwarang writers were trying to do, set the final conflict into motion.

But they fell so flat. They spent less than half an episode killing him off, spent half the episode talking about him. Yeah I cried, but it was because of the emotion delivered by the actors. Taehyung did so well and so did Yoon Woo with his tears, but the second they opened up their mouths and delivered the dialogue + the editing of the scenes absolutely killed the suspense.

And his death was supposedly so important, but then they don’t even mention him again save for that one line by Yeo Wool in episode 19. Nobody even told Ah Ro that her precious friend died.

Now, about how badly they twisted history:

Someone on twitter explained this better, and I’m sorry if I butcher the facts, but the main thing is that they twisted history too much. I know that it’s necessary to do in historical dramas, but this was too much. History should be used as a guideline. 

To explain: the Bone Rank system was a very real thing, and the writers twisted it to give Moo Myung a fictional character an illegitimate claim to the throne. As the person on twitter explained it, when the queen’s brother gave up the throne (i believe it was because of his illness) he gave up his entire family’s line to the throne. Meaning Moo Myung was not a sacred bone and had no right to the throne. 

The pathetic two-episode “battle” for the throne was the worst thing they could have done for the drama. It was weak in intensity, dialogue, and emotion. And it was just plain stupid. Especially when you look at how historically significant King Jinheung was/is.

History aside, it’s still stupid. The writers spent 85% of the drama pushing Sam Maek Jong’s struggle against the queen and pushing that he is the rightful king, and then all of the sudden Moo Myung, who is supposed to be his friend, comes along and tries to steal the throne from him? Moo Myung is the main character, and the viewers are supposed to support him, but after all of the build-up behind Sam Maek Jong’s struggle to claim the throne, all I felt was sympathy towards Sam Maek Jong and resentmore towards Moo Myung for betraying his friend. That is not what I want to be feeling as a viewer.

Seriously, that is not how you sell a product to a consumer. That’s what dramas are: a product. The viewers watch dramas and support them with their money because they are captivating and enjoyable, not because it makes them feel like shit. 

Did they not have editors? Did nobody really stop and think, “Hey this concept here doesn’t push the plot forward, rather it drives it backwards”???

You could tell through the OST the mood they were trying to set. They were trying to make Jinheung the enemy, but they absolutely failed.

And the ending.

I liked the swearing of the allegiance to Jinheung. It delivered the emotion it was supposed to and was exciting. That’s the only thing I liked.

The montage basically proved that Sam Maek Jong was the real main character.

And then, oh get this, they NEVER TOLD ANYBODY ELSE THEY WEREN’T RELATED. I get that everyone probably made the connection on their own but like the viewer has to assume since nobody ever actually put it into words and it’s like jesus you can’t just drop a plotline like that. SUCH. MESSY. WRITING.

And what pisses me off the most:

Ban Ryu and Soo Yeon’s had a half-assed resolution.

Soo Ho had no resolution

BAN RYU AND SOO HO HAD NO RESOLUTION

LITERALLY THE LAST THING SAID BETWEEN THE TWO WAS SOO HO TELLING BAN RYU TO STAY AWAY FROM SOO YEON OR SOMETHING STUPID

where the fuck was Yeo Wool

And then they had a riding into the sunset, THEY RODE INTO THE FUCKING SUNSET, without Soo Ho.

I mean I understand if Minho had SHINee activities and couldn’t make it, but like they could have done something different to include him. At least say that he left and went of to travel or something.

This drama was pathetic and I’m glad it’s over. I feel bad for the actors whose hard work was wasted in bad writing, editing, and directing. I look forward to seeing them in other projects, but I am never watching anything from this writer again.

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Finished 02/21/17

[fairyniceyeah]

🌹🤍 I got you, you got me, nothin' in the way (Part 1/2)

Title from You're beautiful (The Rose)

Summary: Woosung falls during the preparation for their tour and injures his foot badly. Waiting at the hospital takes much longer than he can endure. Link to Part 2 below.

CW: injury, fainting, hospitals, nausea

Whumpee: Woosung/Sammy Caretakers: Dojoon/Leo + Hajoon/Dylan + Jaehyeong/Jeff

„Why the fuck aren’t you fucking working?“, Woosung grumbled, staring down at the microphone in his hand as if it personally had offended him. Well, it might as well have, Hajoon mused. The leader had no patience for haywire technology.

Their band practice was supposed to have started ten minutes ago but since the microphone wasn’t working and none of them had a degree in electronics they were stumped.

“Did you check the batteries?”, Jaehyeong asked cheekily. The maknae in him loved teasing his hyung.

“No, I’ve just been looking at it for the past … yes, I have checked the fucking batteries. I’m not an idiot, Jeff”, Woosung replied, annoyed.

Safe behind his drums, Hajoon watched as Jaehyeong approached Woosung to “help”. Dojoon had disappeared a few minutes ago in search of somebody who actually knew what they were doing.

“Did you try turning it off and on again?”, Hajoon asked, knowing very well that Woosung had done so. Twice. But riling Woosung up was fun, he had to agree with Jaehyeong.

“I’ll fucking turn you off and on again”, Woosung threatened, eyes glistening with mild anger. Hajoon knew he was just frustrated, so he just stuck his tongue out at him. Four fucks in three sentences – respect. Woosung really was not having it.

“Maknaes”, Woosung muttered under his breath just as Dojoon entered the room again, carrying a new mic in his hand. Well, a mic that they would have to connect via cable to the speakers. Woosung would not be happy.

Hajoon was right. Bingo.

“Today is just getting better and better”, Woosung commented but he knew there was no other option if they actually wanted to practice today.

“The mighty Woosung defeated by a microphone. Sad”, Jaehyeong grinned and ducked as the leader threw his guitar pick at him.

Hajoon and Jaehyeong burst out laughing at the face of realization and regret that Woosung sported right away. Finding a guitar pick was not the easiest task.

“Ah fuck”, Woosung just said and resigned himself to the search. Five – wow. In the meantime Dojoon had connected the microphone to the speakers and now looked up at the snickering youngers and the annoyed leader.

“Well, if you are done squabbling, kids, we can start”, the second oldest suggested.

🌹

Calm overcame the group as they took a minute to adjust themselves, then they started with their first song. Practice went well and Hajoon was glad to see Woosung relax a bit. He knew the leader was stressed by the upcoming tour preparations, a reason why he got so frustrated by the minor inconvenience.

In their preparations for the shows Woosung and Dojoon walked, jumped and danced around the room, wanting to build up enough stamina again to entertain and not get out of breath at the same time.

In retrospect, they probably shouldn’t have tried that today. They were in the middle of playing ‘RED’ when Hajoon noticed it. Woosung was not used to using a microphone with a cable and it had created a treacherous loop around the leader’s right foot.

Immediately stopping his playing, Hajoon yelled out: “Woosung, watch out!”

But it was too a second too late. Woosung made to jump again and the cable wrapped itself tighter around his ankle.

Everything happened too fast to stop it. The microphone was ripped out of Woosung’s hand, the last note it transmitted being a confused yelp by the leader. Then he came crashing down on the floor and stayed there. The microphone connected with the ground and the sound was nearly deafening.

Nevertheless, Hajoon wasted no time. He dropped his drumsticks, not caring that they clattered to the ground as well. He was the first one by Woosung’s side, Jaehyeong and Dojoon still frozen in confusion.

The drummer knelt down next to the leader and placed a gentle hand on his back. “Hyung?”, he asked, not masking the fear and panic in his voice. Woosung might have really injured himself by the fall though Hajoon wasn’t sure if he had hit his head or had other bad injuries. Maybe he was just winded.

At least he hadn’t been using his guitar at the time. Falling onto the instrument would have hurt a lot and they all knew how much Woosung loved his instrument. He would have hated accidentally breaking it. Small mercies.

Woosung groaned and turned onto his back, eyes watering as he stared up at Hajoon. “What happened?”, he asked, voice tight. There were lines of pain etched onto his face.

“The cable had wrapped itself around your ankle. I’m sorry I noticed too late, hyung”, Hajoon said quickly, taking his hyung’s hand in his, “are you injured? Did you hit your head? No, stay down for a moment.”

Jaehyeong and Dojoon had unfrozen and quickly put their own guitars away. Jaehyeong knelt down on Woosung’s other side while Dojoon was at his head.

“I don’t think I hit my head”, Woosung said quietly, biting his lip and taking a deep breath, “but my ankle hurts. My arms, too.”

“Can we look them over?”, Jaehyeong asked gently and Woosung nodded, still a bit dazed. Dojoon adjusted himself so he was able to lift Woosung’s head in his lap, stroking his hair.

Jaehyeong scooted down to Woosung’s feet, carefully untangling the cable. None of them missed the hiss of pain Woosung didn’t even try to stop. Hajoon pulled up the leaders sleeves, wincing at the already bruising skin and the few patches of open and slightly bleeding skin on his forearms. So Woosung probably really hadn’t hit his head, having caught himself on his arms. Though Hajoon didn’t doubt that the pain in his arms and ankle was bad, combined with the shock of suddenly falling. After all, one minute he had been singing and the next he was hurt on the ground.

🌹

Woosung winced as Jaehyeong took his foot in his hands, lifting it carefully to unwrap the cable. Why did he have to jump around? This accident was so stupid. He should have known better, been more careful. As Hajoon lifted his shirt sleeves he inhaled sharply as the open skin was exposed to the air. He looked up at Dojoon, who was smiling down at him with a compassionate expression.

“We got you, Woosung, don’t worry”, he said, rubbing his shoulder.

The comfort he felt by the simple gesture was drowned out by the pain in his foot as soon as Jaehyeong even touched the shoe. He lifted his head to look at the maknae who was sporting a sorry expression.

“I’m so sorry, hyung, but we need to look at your ankle to see how bad it is”, he said apologetically. Woosung nodded and let his head fall back onto Dojoon’s lap. The keyboardist ran his fingers through Woosung’s hair, the gesture distracting him a bit from the pain.

Yet, as Jaehyeong tried to take off his shoe Woosung couldn’t help the whimper that escaped as pain exploded in his foot. “Stop”, he gasped, “stop.”

Immediately Jaehyeong froze in his movements, just holding onto Woosung’s calf with a soft grip. “I’m sorry, hyung”, he repeated apologetically.

Woosung tried to take deep breaths to calm himself down. But he couldn’t deny how badly his ankle was throbbing. He didn’t know if it was just bruised or maybe broken, maybe a torn ligament. No matter what, shortly before a tour it was bad no matter what.

Hajoon suddenly leaned into his field of vision. “Let me bandage your arms, hyung. Then we’ll take your shoe off to hopefully help the pain a bit and then I think a trip to the hospital is in order”, he said. Woosung felt Dojoon nod behind him.

Great.

“Okay”, he whispered and tried to keep the tears in. Dojoon kept stroking his hair, whispering calm reassurance into his ear as Hajoon, who he apparently hadn’t notice leave before, sprayed disinfectant on the wounds and wrapped his arms.

“Do you want to sit up?”, Dojoon asked once Hajoon was done and Woosung nodded. Lying down was disorienting. But he couldn’t push himself up with his injured arms, especially since the leg Jaehyeong was still holding up forced his balance backwards. Hajoon and Dojoon helped him sit up and as soon as he was upright, Dojoon wrapped his arms around Woosung’s chest, hugging him from behind.

“I’ll be as careful as I can be”, Jaehyeong assured him. Woosung nodded.

Hajoon took one of Woosung’s hand in his own. “Squeeze as tightly as you need to, hyung. I’m far stronger than you, you won’t hurt me.”

On any other occasion Woosung would have argued just on principle but right now he was glad for his dongsaeng’s grip strength that came from years of playing drums. Hajoon didn’t seem to care at all, no matter how hard Woosung pressed as he tried to fight the pain. Sweat was pouring down his face and he had closed his eyes to focus on breathing.

Finally, Jaehyeong had gotten the sock off and slowly the nauseating pain ebbed away until it was just a steady throb. Dojoon still held him tightly and Hajoon had not yet let go of his hand.

Slowly Woosung blinked his eyes open and followed the others’ line of sight. His foot was already bruised badly, the skin turning a deep purple. The ankle had swollen so much it barely looked like a foot anymore.

Woosung felt sick, staring at the injury. His vision started to turn black as his throat went dry. He had never been good with seeing injuries, something about the alien look grossing him out. No wonder his stomach and head felt weird. Woosung wasn’t sure if he was about to faint or throw up.

“I don’t feel good”, he whispered, voice barely a whisper. Hajoon’s and Jaehyeong’s head jerked up from staring down at the injury to his face. They wavered in his line of sight and were there two Jaehyeongs?

He gagged slightly.

“He’s going to faint, get him down”, Jaehyeong called and but Woosung already felt himself sink against Dojoon shoulder’s. Then everything was black.

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“Hyung? Hyung?” An annoying voice woke Woosung and he slowly blinked his eyes open to stare right at a terrified-looking Hajoon. “Thank God, hyung, you scared us. Don’t pass out again!”

“What?”, Woosung asked, his head too fuzzy to make sense of the words. He lifted his head to look at his surroundings but was urgently pushed back into Dojoon’s arms.

“We are not trying that again, Woosung-ah”, Hajoon said sternly, “passing out once is bad enough.”

“I didn’t pass out”, Woosung replied petulantly, still not sure what was going on. There was a cold sensation on his foot that he couldn’t place.

“Yeah, sure”, Hajoon snorted. “Take a few sips of water.”

The younger held out a bottle and Woosung managed to drink a few sips lying down. The pounding in his head reduced but it was quickly replaced by the pain in his ankle.

Right. Practice. Falling. Pain. Injury.

Maybe he had really passed out, not that he would ever admit that. He pushed the bottle away, his arm stiff from the bandage and the pain flaring up with the movement. But he was still nauseous and he wasn’t sure if any more water would stay down. Hajoon took the bottle away, apparently satisfied with the amount he had drunk.

“We didn’t call the manager yet, we thought you might want a bit privacy at the moment. We can tell him later. For now let’s get you checked out”, Dojoon explained.

“I don’t want Black Rose to see me like this”, Woosung said, only half-joking. He really didn’t want any fans to see him right now, helpless and depending on his members.

“Checked out by a doctor. A doctor!”, Dojoon replied, exasperated, “Oh my God, get your mind out of the gutter.”

“Let us be happy he can still twist our words into dirty puns”, Jaehyeong added with a laugh.

“If this was the worst thing I heard him say today, I would be happy”, Hajoon said, “come on up, Hajoon-train on your beck and call.”

“Shouldn’t it be Ha-choo-n-train?”, Jaehyeong mused. Hajoon raised his eyebrows. “You know, choo-choo, the sound a train makes?”, the maknae added weakly.

“Oh, Jaehyeong, that is the worst pun I’ve heard in my life”, Dojoon groaned, “and I live with Hajoon.”

“Oh, shut up, Do-choo-n”, Hajoon said, his eyes glistening with mirth, ignoring the small “we all do” from Jaehyeong. Woosung couldn’t suppress a chuckle. While Hajoon’s jokes often were really bad Woosung did enjoy seeing the younger member enjoy them. Besides, at the moment it distracted him from the pain, so win-win.

Woosung couldn’t help but add onto the joke: “Shouldn’t it be back and call?”

They all burst into laughter again. Dojoon whined: “Why? Why are the three worst puns of today not from Hajoon? I thought better of you two!”

“I hate you all”, Hajoon groaned, not happy anymore to be the butt of the joke, “can we go now, please?”

All the happiness and laughter vanished the moment Hajoon and Jaehyeong tried to lift Woosung to his feet – or foot. Due to the injuries on his arms he couldn’t help but yelp when he moved to wrap his arms around their necks. The two had crouched down on either side of him but they quickly realized that this was not the way they would get the leader up.

In the end he had to hold onto Hajoon’s shoulder tightly while the younger held onto his knees. It was beyond embarrassing how Jaehyeong and Dojoon practically had to lift his weight onto Hajoon’s back and then had to help the drummer up from his kneeling position.

“Are you good to go?”, Dojoon asked, resting a hand on Woosung’s waist for added stability and pressing an ice pack against his ankle at the same time, while Jaehyeong quickly gathered their bags and Woosung’s discarded sock and shoe.

Woosung nodded at the question. He was nauseous again from the pain, his ankle throbbing in beat with his heart. He didn’t feel ready, knowing no matter how careful Hajoon was it would hurt. But a hospital with medication sounded better and better.

Sadly, Woosung was right. The short walk to Jaehyeong’s car was torture. Each step send of jolt of pain up from his ankle to his whole leg. Woosung pressed his forehead against the younger’s shoulder and just tried to breathe.

Woosung was set down in the backseat, his leg stretched out and foot resting in Dojoon’s lap. Jaehyeong drove and Hajoon was in front of Woosung in the passenger seat. At least they had barely met any staff so the humiliation of being seen like this was not as bad as it could have been.

Once at the hospital Woosung was lifted onto Jaehyeong’s back and he held onto him for dear life. Why was the maknae so tall? Dojoon walked beside them and pulled the hood of Hajoon’s hoodie over his face. The younger had lend it to him the moment he started shivering from the cold of the ice pack.

Hajoon held open the door for them as Jaehyeong carried Woosung inside but stayed behind them, letting Dojoon take the lead. None of them really had hospital experience, especially not at the one they were at, but they were surprised by the sheer amount of people sitting in the waiting area.

Dojoon, looking more confident than Woosung assumed he felt, approached the stressed looking nurse at the front desk, Jaehyeong with Woosung and Hajoon waiting a few steps back.

“Yes?”

“My friend injured his foot during a fall”, Dojoon explained, gesturing at Woosung.

The nurse looked up at Woosung and he felt himself flush under the scrutinising gaze. He waved awkwardly and winced the next second. Urgh.

“Is he hurt somewhere else?”, she asked.

“His arms are a bit bruised and were bleeding but we got that fixed. We’re just worried he broke his ankle”, Dojoon replied.

“You’ll have to wait”, the nurse said, her tone sorry, “there was just a big car crash, most of the victims are being transferred here. He really isn’t a priority for us at the moment, I’m sorry. One of you can stay here and wait with him but expect something around five hours at least.”

Woosung looked around, feeling uneasy. There were a lot of people and he really didn’t want a picture of himself like this land on the internet. As their popularity grew the chance of getting recognized also grew. Anybody could be waiting for the right time for a picture to get a moment of fame on the internet.

“Would you recommend going to a different hospital?”, Dojoon asked, just as unhappy with the information as Woosung was. Hajoon placed a comforting hand on Woosung’s back, probably as anxious as Woosung felt. Jaehyeong shifted uncomfortably, causing Woosung to groan. “Sorry, hyung”, he whispered. Woosung just patted the younger’s shoulder.

The nurse shook her head. “No, the closer hospitals will be as swarmed as us and further away you will probably have problems as the highway is closed in both directions.”

Dojoon nodded thoughtfully then leaned closer and whispered to the nurse, who looked between him and Woosung.

“I’ll have somebody bring you to an empty waiting room immediately”, she said, “you’ll still have to wait but you’ll be alone in there.” Ah, so Dojoon had pulled the ‘K-Pop idol card’. Woosung could kiss him right about now though he normally disliked using it as a way to get better service.

The woman handed Dojoon a stack of papers, then she flagged down a different nurse and whispered with her for a few minutes. The other nurse seemed less than pleased but waved at them to follow her. They were led into a small room which barely fit the gurney-bed and the lone chair it held.

“You can wait here”, she said and turned to leave.

“Wait”, Hajoon spoke up, obviously struggling against his dislike to talk to strangers, “isn’t there anything you can do to help his pain at least?”

“No”, the nurse replied shortly, the door falling shut in her leave.

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“Wow”, Dojoon mumbled and pulled Hajoon into a comforting side-hug as the younger looked a mix of confused and hurt. “That was … rude.”

“Can I just lay down?”, Woosung asked quietly, trying to brush away the dark cloud that hung over their heads but also really wanting to be horizontal again. The ice pack was slowly turning warm and useless, the pain unfreezing along with it.

“Yes, of course”, Jaehyeong said. They had to manoeuvre a bit in the small space but soon Woosung was set down on the edge of the gurney and Dojoon helped him lean back so he was lying on his back. Woosung exhaled deeply, happy to not having to told himself up anymore.

Hajoon sat down at the headrest of the bed and Woosung placed his head in his lap, enjoying the way the younger started playing with his hair. Dojoon lifted his feet into his lap, plopping himself down at the footrest, feeling the ice pack and discarding it.

“I’ll go see if I can find a new one”, Jaehyeong said and left the room.

“How are you feeling now, Sammy?”, Dojoon asked gently.

“Bad. My ankle really hurts. I’m kinda nauseous from the pain and I’m so exhausted”, Woosung admitted, “what about the tour?”

“Do you think you might need to be sick?”, Hajoon questioned, already reaching out for a kidney dishes that was lying on a small shelf.

“I dunno”, Woosung mumbled. Hajoon shrugged and put the emergency cardboard next to Woosung’s shoulder onto the gurney.

“Don’t worry about work”, Dojoon said, now that the situation was resolved – at least for the moment. “Maybe it’s not as bad as it looks and even if it is, we’ll find a way to work around it.”

Woosung gave a thumbs-up, not convinced but also not wanting to talk about work any further. Dojoon turned his attention to the check-in papers he was handed by the nurse.

They stayed in silence until Jaehyeong came back, holding two bottles of sprite in one hand and Woosung’s phone in his other. He was sporting a sheepish expression.

“Uh, manager-nim wasn’t happy about our disappearance. He really didn’t appreciate finding the room empty except for the first-aid kit and Hajoon-hyung’s abandoned drumsticks. I explained the situation and he agrees that it’s good that we are here but he would have liked a call. He checked Naver and said he won’t be able to come, the roads are completely blocked”, the youngest explained, “also they don’t have any ice packs to spare but the vending machine is cooled.”

He tossed one of the bottles at Dojoon who placed it against Woosung’s ankle. It didn’t help as much as the ice pack had but it did help. Still Woosung shivered at the cold, despite Hajoon’s hoodie.

As soon as they noticed, Dojoon and Jaehyeong looked at each other and threw their own jackets on top of Woosung. “Aren’t you cold?”, he asked, astonished.

“Don’t worry about us, Sung-ah”, Dojoon said and spread the jackets over Woosung’s body. Sadly, they didn’t help as much as Woosung had hoped.

“Would you like to drink something?”, Jaehyeong offered but Woosung shook his head. His stomach didn’t feel like he would puke, yet he didn’t feel like testing his luck. Jaehyeong sighed and sat down on the chair, taking one of Woosung’s hands in his.

Time passed aggravatingly slow. It had barely been an hour and Woosung was really uncomfortable. While he was glad for his members’ presences he wished he could just lay down under his warm blankets in his room and sleep. The maknae had brought the paper work to the front desk but had been told that they really had chosen a really bad day to come in. Dojoon, Hajoon and Jaehyeong were talking in quiet voices but it was clear that the conversation was forced. Normally words flowed quickly between them and it was hard to stop any chaos but right now none of them knew what to talk about.

Part 2: I got you, you got me, nothin' in the way II

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - The Rose  

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The Rose 🌹 Amsterdam was so amazing!

Have a video of Woosung comparing the second floor to his injured back;)

He thankfully seemed to be doing much better than in Zurich and while he was moving carefully he wasn't as obviously in pain anymore. Get better soon, Sammy! 🌹

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🌹❤️Day 16: "At least it can't get any worse"

Secret/Stranded/Setback

@juneofdoom

Day 15: "Get me out of here!"

Summary: Dojoon hides his injured hand.

CW: injuries, emeto, self-worth issues

Whumpee: Dojoon/Leo

Caretaker: Woosung/Sammy + Hajoon/Dylan + Jaehyeong/Jeff

Sometimes it hit Dojoon in the face for just how much he was responsible. 

He was extroverted to his core - the mood maker of the group. His members looked to him to keep up spirit and morale. It was nearly expected that everytime they appeared on a show - or even just the behind the scenes filming for tours - he was the main entertainer. 

Not even Woosung, though also an extrovert, had as much energy as he did. Where Woosung did like to curl up with a book and be lazy, Dojoon had never fared well on his own. It kept the thoughts at bay, being with other people. And besides, in a group setting, he was useful.

Hajoon and Jaehyeong were both introverted, the polar opposite of Dojoon. Jaehyeong did come out of his shell often enough, joking around with members and staff alike but he too liked his personal space. Hajoon, however, next to introverted was also painfully shy. Dojoon always felt a bit responsible for him, trying to make him comfortable enough to not hide away under an uncertain smile.

Dojoon was also a hyung. All three other members came to him with their issues - Hajoon and Jaehyeong naturally as the maknaes and Woosung as somebody who did not want to burden the younger members, especially with their personalities. So yeah, Dojoon often sacrificed his nights for deep talk and comfort - not that he ever minded. 

Beside the extrovert and the comforter, he was also the multi-talent. The main vocalist surrounded by two set-ups of keyboards, a piano, an acoustic guitar and an electric guitar. While the others only had one instrument - not that he denied that playing the drums or the bass wasn’t hard - he played six if he counted singing. Which was why he spent a lot of time practicing - switching from keyboard to guitar to piano in one song was hard, especially if the switch was so quick you were still wearing the guitar while playing the keys.

Like the other members he was a valuable member of the group - they needed him and he couldn’t make them fall behind. It did take him the longest to learn songs though, due to the various instruments. So any setback he had influenced the whole group.

That was why he forgot to mention to his members that - when they rearranged the “living room” of the house they rented for their work time the day before - his hand had been under the shelf when it had collapsed. And truly at first it hadn’t hurt that bad. Okay, maybe a bit. A lot.

But he couldn’t afford to be hurt. So he had hid it for the rest of the day. Luckily they had parted ways to their own apartments soon after and he was left to clumsily order food for himself and try to eat with only one hand working.

His right hand - when he first had really looked at it once home - had already turned lovely shades of blue and purple and black. It was sickening really, to see the skin so discolored. And if he was honest his middle finger didn’t look as straight as it should. It was difficult to move it too, along with his ring finger and pinky. 

Yet, they were preparing for a new album. They were just practicing at the moment but the next week they were supposed to start the recording process of some of the songs. So of all times it was really the worst to be incapacitated. 

His solution? Ice the hand and hope for the best.

Dojoon probably should have known that that was a stupid idea. 

The morning dawned bright and early, as all practice days did. His fingers were pulsating from pain and any attempt to move the fingers resulted in tears coming to his eyes. It was a disaster. How should he play the keyboard like this today? 

Pain meds. Pain meds would make it better. And concealer would hide the bruises as much as possible.

The pain meds barely helped. His fingers still were stiff and painful when he came into the practice room last - his usual routine slowed down by loss of working hand, reduction to the non-dominant hand and prolonged by the concealing process. At least the bruises were barely visible unless one paid close attention to his hand.

“Good morning”, Hajoon chirped from where he was perched on his drum chair. He lounged around, clearly already done with warming up and spinning one of his drumsticks in his hand.

Jaehyeong was too focused on replacing a string on his bass, cursing under his breath as the instrument seemed to work against him.

“How nice of you to greet us with your presence, sleepyhead”, Woosung said, sipping on what was probably his third cup of coffee that morning. He only started functioning after that, so Dojoon was used to his particular brand of caffeine deprived rudeness.

That didn’t stop him from snapping at the other, however. He hadn’t even meant to sound so annoyed and angry, when he bit out: “Fuck off, Sammy.”

Their oldest raised his hands in defense - nearly spilling his coffee all over himself in the process - and grimaced. “Wow, somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed today.”

Dojoon was ready to snap again, not up for joking while he dreaded the coming practice. He never had had the greatest patience.

But then Hajoon furrowed his brow and put his drumstick aside. “Are you okay, hyung?”, he asked sweetly, as always worried and trying to keep the peace. Knowing his distaste for fights had stopped some arguments before they had gotten bad in the past before and sometimes Hajoon used that to his advantage.

At once Dojoon’s annoyance vanished and he sighed warily. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry for snapping. I didn’t sleep well”, he explained, not even lying. Falling asleep had been hard, every position, every movement bringing pain.

“Did something happen?”, Jaehyeong asked, finally looking up from his bass. Apparently he had been paying attention after all. 

“No. Just a bad night, I guess.”

The others nodded, convinced.

Practice went … well, Dojoon couldn’t remember many practices that were worse than today’s. There had been the time when Woosung had pneumonia or when Hajoon had fainted in the middle of the set but that was about it. He had quickly given up his plans on working with his keyboard. It just wasn’t doable with the injured fingers. Playing the guitar was possible for the most part. While the day before he had cursed that it was his dominant hand that was incapacitated now he was at least able to hold the guitar pick between his thumb and index finger and do basic strumming. 

Not that it was a pleasant feeling. In fact, everytime he touched the strings pain shot up to nearly his elbow. It was really not ideal for playing any instrument. 

Nonetheless, he had no choice but to continue. He couldn't slow down their work. As soon as the others found out, not that he wanted them to, they would drag him to a doctor who would bench him for an uncertain amount of time. They couldn’t have that. It couldn’t be his fault. Dojoon was reliable. 

But today he wasn’t. They had to restart over and over again due to his mistakes. The other’s laughter as he fucked up (and had to stop the pain from showing) soon faded and turned into angry glares and passive-agressive comments. 

Yeah, mistakes were normal and they happened. But the extend that Dojoon fucked up today was not normal and not explained away by a sleepless night.

“Let’s take a break”, Woosung called after only the first hour, “it makes no sense to keep practicing like this.” His gaze turned to Dojoon, seemingly piercing him. Dojoon shrunk into himself, not able to meet the eldest’s eyes.

“Leo, what is wrong with you today?”, Woosung asked. His voice wasn’t harsh or condemning but it also wasn’t very kind. Woosung had no tolerance for carelessness and wasted practice hours.

“I’m sorry”, Dojoon whispered, staring at his shoes. His whole body was trembling from the pain and he was vaguely nauseous. Sweat was gathering on his brows and dripping down his face. His hand felt like it was on fire and the smallest movement was too much. That’s why he had fucked up so badly. Yet he added: “I don’t know what is wrong with me today.”

“It’s alright”, Woosung soothed, as he glanced at Hajoon who was looking a bit pale behind the drums. “Everybody has bad days. I can’t fault you for that. Please, just try to get through today and if there is anything you need, let us know.”

“Thanks”, Dojoon mumbled and carefully removed the guitar from where it hung around his back. 

The break didn’t really help. Dojoon tried to hide in the restroom to take more pain meds but Hajoon followed him there. Dojoon wasn’t sure if he actually needed the toilet or if he just came along to keep watch over him. If it was the last it was sweet but also very, very counterproductive. 

“Are you sure you are alright?”, Hajoon asked when they walked back, nudging Dojoon’s shoulder. It would have been fine if it wasn’t his injured side. Dojoon couldn’t help but hiss at the renewed pain.

“Oh, fuck”, Hajoon exclaimed, wide-eyed, “what’s wrong?”

Dojoon shook his head. “I’m okay, don’t worry, Hajoon-ah”, he said with more confidence that he thought he could muster, “I was just surprised. I am fine, just a bit of a headache. I think it’s making me lose my focus.”

Lying to his caring dongsaeng was the worst feeling in the world, especially since Hajoon seemed to trust him so much that he accepted the answer without any suspicion of lies. Dojoon hated himself a bit.

But at least that meant he was able to take more pain meds. That meant it couldn’t get any worse from then on, right? Hajoon, knowing that Dojoon would not like a fuss, just silently handed him two pills - the over the counter ones he took before a migraine struck and he hoped to stop it before it got bad - and even opened his water bottle for Dojoon, which meant they didn’t have to witness or had to question his struggle with the cap. 

As he greedily drank, having been unable to open the bottle earlier, he noticed how dehydrated he really was. Today was just getting better and better. Especially with the unnerving queasy feeling in his stomach that got worse after the pills and the water. He hadn’t had time for breakfast and maybe he should not have taken so many pills on an empty stomach.

Break soon was over, too soon. As Dojoon tried not to wince as he lifted the guitar from his stand, Jaehyeong came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Dojoon jumped, not having heard him approach and groaned as his hand accidentally came in contact with the guitar too fast.

“You okay?”, the maknae asked with a frown as Dojoon turned around.

“Yeah”, Dojoon replied weakly, trying to hide how awful he felt. He didn’t doubt his complexion had gone white. “You just surprised me. What’s up?”

“I wanted to suggest you try playing the keyboard for now?”, Jaehyeong started, looking at Woosung and Hajoon for backup, both nodding. “You seem to be struggling with your guitar today. Don’t force it. Sometimes there are days when you and the instrument don’t work well together.”

Well, fuck. There was no way in hell that Dojoon could play anything that required all fingers. The guitar had been bad enough. 

“Or you could just sit out until the meds kick in and your headache is better?”, Hajoon suggested, “take care of yourself.”

It was a beautiful out. It really was a good chance for him to call it a day, agree with Hajoon and hope he was able to play better after the renewed dose of medication. But Dojoon was also stubborn. An injury would not hinder him.

“I’ll just sing”, he decided, “I need to work on that too and only having to focus on that should be fine. We only have a few days left.”

While the other three looked more than unhappy with that, they nodded hesitantly. They were, after all, pressed for time.

So Dojoon sang. It was much better than forcing his hand to move. Yet, since he was only focused on himself anymore and not a conversation, he was starting to feel really bad again. His hand was pulsating in time with his heartbeat which was a little bit too fast. It was nauseating and combined with the strongness of the pain meds he was starting to feel really sick. Thick saliva gathered in his mouth and he had to keep swallowing which made his singing worse again. His uninjured hand had wandered to his stomach some time ago.

Dojoon, however, was a passionate singer. A very passionate singer and well, his passion translated into wide gestures and movements. He pushed thoughts of unwellness aside and forced himself to act normal - a big mistake.

It was in the middle of a song when he became careless. One second he was singing and the next pain exploded in his hand, causing a cry to slip from his lips. His hand had full on collided with the mic stand. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground, the mic stand falling with him. He was able to catch himself on his hands before his face could kiss the floor. His vision whitened out, colorful stars appearing, then he screamed.

When Dojoon regained his bearings he wasn’t sure if he had actually lost consciousness or just blacked out for a second. Loud voices were speaking over his head, overlapping with each other and so loud.

“The fuck happened?”

“You mentioned he had a headache?”

“He’s crying, fuck, he’s crying.”

“If it’s his head, why is he clutching his wrist?”

“The fuck do I know?”

Dojoon blinked his eyes open to find himself curled up on his side and indeed, his left hand had come up to clutch his right. His head was pillowed in somebody's lap, Jaehyeong he supposed. Hajoon was kneeling at his head, pale and worried, hands hovering as if he didn’t know what to do. Woosung was standing a bit further away, holding his phone but seemingly not calling anybody.

“Leo?”, Hajoon asked, sounding close to tears.

“I’m sorry”, Dojoon whispered, tasting salt on his lips. His fingers hurt so badly.

As he tried to lift his head, his vision spun and then his stomach lurched. 

“Sammy, leave”, he pressed out, choking back a gag. They didn’t need Woosung to have a panic attack due to his emetophobia now. Luckily, he understood what Dojoon was implying, turning white and fleeing from the room.

Hajoon had rushed away, too, either wanting to make sure Woosung was okay or going to find something for Dojoon to be sick into. If it was the latter - it was too late and all Dojoon could do was lift his head slightly off of Jaehyeong’s thigh. The bit of water he had drunk, turned white-ish from the dissolved pills, spilled from his lips onto the floor with a weak retch. It wasn’t much that came up, he hadn’t eaten since dinner yesterday after all and back then he hadn’t finished his portion too.

His body forced him through violent heaves even as he was empty, back arching and making him feel so out of control, Dojoon couldn’t prevent himself from sobbing.

“Hyung”, Jaehyeong whispered, running a comforting hand up and down his spine, “deep breath. Come on. In. Hold. Out. In. Hold. Out.” With Jaehyeong’s helping techniques, Dojoon was able to regain his breathing after a few minutes. 

The whole ordeal left him exhausted and he slumped backwards into the maknae’s lap, rolling onto his back. Hajoon was nowhere to be seen - he’d likely gone to make sure Woosung was okay. So it was just the two of them.

“I’m sorry”, Dojoon whispered, feeling ashamed. First he had ruined the practice and now he had even thrown up all over the floor. He was sure his dignity had gone home and was crying under his bed.

“Don’t be sorry, hyung. You were clearly struggling all day, something is up”, Jaehyeong said gently, brushing Dojoon’s hair out of his eyes. “What are you hiding?”

There really wasn’t anything to gain from hiding his injury anymore. So Dojoon weakly lifted his hand, wincing at the movement. The concealer had held mostly but even through it, the discoloration and the misalignment was clearly visible.

Jaehyeong gasped and reached out to carefully take Dojoon’s wrist into his hands to look at the fingers more closely. “Hyung, you’ve been hiding this all day? How did you play the guitar like that?”

“Very badly, apparently”, Dojoon mumbled.

“I … how did this happen? Why did you hide it in the first place? You need a doctor, desperately.”

“Yesterday when the shelf collapsed”, Dojoon admitted, not daring to meet Jaehyeong’s eyes. He didn’t need to, he could feel the shock the younger was experiencing without looking at him. “I don’t … we … we need to record next week. I need to be able to play my parts till then and we need practice. I didn’t want to make us fall behind, not because of me and a stupid accident.”

“Hyung”, Jaehyeong whispered, “you crushed your hand under a shelf. I’m no doctor but I’d say at least one of your fingers is broken. You can’t seriously think that the album is more important than your health? You might have permanently injured yourself, not getting this treated right away.”

“I’m sorry”, Dojoon said, voice shaking from tears, “I didn’t want to be a burden on the group. Me falling behind means a setback to the whole group.”

“That doesn’t matter”, Jaehyeong protested, “your health is important, hyung. What would you have done if I had hidden an injury and forced myself to play? Or don’t you remember how you yelled at Sammy when he continued playing after he cut his fingers open on the guitar strings? This is much worse.”

“... yeah, I know. I didn’t think”, Dojoon mumbled. He knew he had fucked up, made the group fall behind even more. His exhaustion and the pain were, however, more dominant now.

As if he sensed that, Jaehyeong said: “Let’s go to the hospital, okay? Then you can get some pain relief and once you feel up to it, we will talk about this self-sacrificing bullshit, okay?”

Tiredly, Dojoon nodded. 

Day 17: "You don't want to do that"

Masterlist link: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's June of Doom 2024

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🌹 The Rose Masterlist🌹

Fairy's Full Masterlist

Whole group:

The Rose Headcanons - Motionsick The Rose Headcanons - Sick but not sick enough to stay home

🤍 Woosung/Sammy:

'Cause everybody fears the one Hajoon has got the stomach flu – bad thing is: Woosung is terribly emetophobic. Jaehyeong comforts his hyung. Companion piece to Don’t you worry cause I’m with you now. [CW: emeto, panic attacks, emetophobia]

Deep inside my complex mind Backstory to ‘Cause everybody fears the one and Don’t you worry cause I’m with you now. Woosung is sick with the stomach flu for the first time with the members and the panic gets too much. [CW: mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts, emeto, fainting, panic attacks, emetophobia, paramedics, ambulances, hospitals]

I got you, you got me, nothin' in the way I I got you, you got me, nothin' in the way II Woosung falls during the preparation for their tour and injures his foot badly. Waiting at the hospital takes much longer than he can endure. [CW: injury, fainting, hospitals, nausea, emeto, IVs]

Don't forget when you were a child Woosung returns home to his eomma to relax during his time off. His stomach has other ideas. [CW: emeto]

❤️ Dojoon/Leo:

Oh, love is something good for us to share ATEEZ’ Yunho is suffering from heat exhaustion at Coachella but he soon finds help from unusual caretakers – The Rose hyungs. But Dojoon and Jaehyeong themselves are not doing good either. (ATEEZ - Crossover) [CW: emeto, talk of fainting]

🩵 Hajoon/Dylan:

Don’t you worry cause I’m with you now Hajoon starts feeling sick at night and is unable to leave the bathroom. Loneliness and guilt plague him as Jaehyeong is focused on the panicked Woosung whose emetophobia Hajoon triggered. Companion piece to ‘Cause everybody fears the one. [CW: emeto, guilt]

It’s better to be held than holding on Hajoon nearly throws up during the Q&A before a concert, is unable to keep anything down and still - despite his members worries - he insists on performing for Black Roses. [CW: emeto, kind of public emeto]

I'm under cold rain again After a week of vacation with his parents Hajoon is ready to see his members again. But instead he is sick, a few hours away, alone and the security guards are more than rude to him. All he wants to be is home. [CW: emeto, kind of public emeto, idol mistreatment]

💙 Hajoon Insecure Series:

Angel During a concert Hajoon suddenly starts feeling lonely and separated from his members. [CW: low self-esteem] Nauseous Hajoon overhears a conversation between his members that wasn’t for his ears. [CW: low self-esteem] Eclipse Why is Woosung so kind to him when hours ago he wanted to get rid of him? [CW: low self-esteem, faking sick, "migraine", mentions of "nausea"] Take Me Down Hajoon accidentally burns his hands, making himself useless as a drummer. [CW: low self-esteem, burns, intentional worsening of pain] Sorry Getting drunk is the only way Hajoon feels like he can deal with everything. [CW: low self-esteem, drunkness, alcohol consumption, emeto] Alive Was there truly a use for the Blue Rose? [CW: low self-esteem, loneliness] Sour It’s time to say what he needs to say. [CW: low self-esteem] Time Is it the last time I hold your hand? [CW: low self-esteem]

Eclipse - Gold Star The director's cut of Eclipse.

🩷 Jaehyeong/Jeff

Oh, love is something good for us to share ATEEZ’ Yunho is suffering from heat exhaustion at Coachella but he soon finds help from unusual caretakers – The Rose hyungs. But Dojoon and Jaehyeong themselves are not doing good either. (ATEEZ - Crossover) [CW: emeto, talk of fainting]

Here is the link to the Request list for Fairy for an idea of upcoming fics!

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                                 VLIVE PROMPT 004 - HAN WOOSUNG                        FAVOURITE FALL RECIPES; DOLSOT BIBIMBAP

tw: minor injury mention

It’s his first time actually doing a VLive and Woosung is a little nervous. Not about what he’s cooking, he’s made this before. 

No, it’s more the fact that he’s being filmed while cooking that made him a little wary. Sure, it isn’t going to be live and if he ends accidentally injuring himself, he’s sure it’ll be cut out, but still. It makes him far more self-conscious than he’d like to be.

But it’s something he’ll have to get the hell over if he wants to succeed at his chosen path in life, so after running his eyes over the ingredients and equipment laid out on the worktop, Woosung straightens his apron and leans in with a smile as the red light on the camera flicks on.

“Everyone, hello~ Nice to meet you, it’s Han Woosung here!” he chimes, grateful that his voice is clear and audible. “You know what the best thing about autumn is? Besides the leaves turning pretty colours and all that?” He pauses, maybe for a second too long as the staff member behind the camera makes a tiny motion with their hand for him to keep going.

Though his ears start to turn red, Woosung simply nods in response and continues on. “It’s the food, right? I dunno about you guys, but when fall comes, I really just wanna eat warm, comforting foods. So today we’re gonna make Dolsot Bibimbap!” Grinning, Woosung steps back to give himself space and to show off everything on the worktop. “I know it might seem like a complicated recipe, but I’m gonna break it down as much as I can, ok? And by the end, we’ll have a great dish for dinner~”

Knowing how corny he sounds, Woosung decides to get a bit more serious as he actually starts the cooking proper. First he washes the rice before putting it into the rice cooker and then in a bowl, combines the ingredients to the marinade, going through it step by step before mixing in the pre-cut strips of beef and leaving it to marinate while he chops up, cooks and seasons the vegetables. When they’re done he takes them off the heat and sets them aside to quickly fry the marinated beef. Then it’s a new pan that has an egg cracked into it and cooked until it’s over easy.

Once all that is done, Woosung takes a breath internally and then reaches for the stone pot that gives the recipe its name. Now the hard part begins.

“Ok, for this part, you’ve got to be really careful. I don’t wanna hear about people burning their hands or anything!” he warns as he coats the bottom of the pot with sesame oil and carefully sets it on one of the ring burners. “So first, we’re gonna add two cups of the rice we cooked earlier and we’re gonna spread it all over the bottom of the pot, as evenly as possible! We want the rice to be nice and crispy, after all.” Having done that, he begins to pull all the other cooked ingredients towards him as he begins to assemble the dish.

“Now, you can set it up however you want, that’s the great thing about the dish! But I’m gonna do it the way my mom taught me, which is swapping over the light and dark ingredients so it looks as good as it tastes!” Once he’s done layering the ingredients on top of the rice, Woosung reaches for the lid. “So we gotta cover this for a few minutes, about three or four, just until the rice starts sizzling. Which gives me time to try and start cleaning....” 

So saying, he hastily stacks up the various dishes and pans used, wincing when he grabs the wrong end of a pot and burns himself. Luckily his hand is hidden by the camera and hopefully that part will be cut. He manages to haul everything over to the sink just as the rice starts to sizzle. Covertly hiding his burn with a damp cloth, Woosung pulls off the lid carefully to let the dish cook until the rice is done and gently layers his egg on top with a grin.

“And there you have it! Dolsot Bibimbap! Now all that’s left to do is serve it up, add as much gochujang as you want and mix it all up!” Putting a serving of his food into a bowl, Woosung pours over the gochujang and mixes it through before taking a careful bite.

“Mmh! Delicious! Just make sure you serve it up before the sizzling stops to get it just right! Anyways, this has been Han Woosung and I hope you enjoyed making Dolsot Bibimbap together! See you again soon!”

WORD COUNT: 792

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Surrounded (Mafia Crossover AU)(Part 6)

~Megan~

Masterlist

Day6/N.Flying/The Rose/Like any other kband honestly x Reader

Warnings: Violence, self-harm

Word Count: 1.5k

Part 1

Woosung stepped toward you, who had fallen to the ground. Tae leapt to his feet and tried to pull you up, but Woosung kicked him away. Tae whimpered and retreated. He reached into his leather jacket. "I'll give you to the count of five to run, Taehyung. And Wonpil, you should stay behind and save Dowoon." He pulled the curtain in the middle of the room open to reveal Dowoon sleeping peacefully, connected to a machine keeping him alive. No one seemed to be able to move. Wonpil shuddered. "You wouldn't hurt him." "I wouldn't. But my Experiment would." He turned his attention to you. "Your next target is Yoon Dowoon. Then return to Kim Taehyung." He looked toward the men again. "One."

Tae got up and began to run out the door, hesitating. But he ran. Wonpil sprinted across the room to Dowoon, unsure of how to save him. "Two." Wonpil saw Woosung pull out his gun and a knife. He swallowed in fear and began slapping Dowoon awake. "Three." Dowoon opened his eyes just as Woosung leaned the knife toward you. He sat up quickly, getting a head rush in response. Wonpil tried to get him to a hiding spot underneath and behind the bed, while you backed away from Woosung, cornering yourself. "Four." Dowoon made it into the crawl space and Wonpil went to block the entrance to it. An alarm had already been turned on, red lights flashing in the room. Taehyung had warned Sungjin. You squeezed your eyes shut in fear of looking into Woosung’s malicious ones. "Five." Woosung placed the knife in your hand and you stiffened. You moved quickly, with no control over your body except for blinking. You were across the room in a split second and tried to get past Wonpil. He was stubborn, though, and you brought the knife to his thigh. He screamed in pain and watched as you yelled, too, your own thoughts returning at the sight of blood. You let go of the object that was now sticking out of Wonpil's leg. Woosung had watched as his Experiment found her mind again, which was to say, you. "Experiment 1!" he yelled, clearly angry. "Attack him!" You turned to see Woosung holding his gun at Wonpil. You were horrified and dropped your jaw. As Woosung pulled the trigger, you whacked it away from Wonpil. The bullet whizzed right past your own head and went into the wall instead. Woosung let go of the gun to bring his hand to your wrist. "Experiment 1, why'd you do that?!" You felt your stomach drop as he yanked your out the door. A rose fell to the floor behind them. Wonpil watched them leave and then hurried to tend to his wound. He called for Dowoon to come out of his hiding place, but his eyes strayed to the rose on the floor, in perfect disarray. Then he let out a whimper and hoped you wouldn’t die. You tried to resist, but you had been weakened. Woosung easily tugged you down the hall as water sprinkled overhead. You were scared. You didn't see anyone coming to save you and you had a feeling someone was about to die. Woosung ran into another man. He was wearing a mask with a rose symbol on it. "Ah, Dojoon. Did you do it?" The man nodded with sadness clear in his eyes. "Yes, sir. The west wing is burning." You gasped in outrage. "You're burning down the place?" Another man joined their side. "Of course." Woosung smiled. "Yep. I assume you finished the east wing, Hajoon?" "Yes." You noticed fire coming down the halls. The only thing that wasn't burning was the exit and directly behind you. When you reached the exit, they stopped. Woosung frowned. "Where's Jaehyeong? Wasn't he supposed to meet us here and light the bomb?" The man called Dojoon still seemed sorrowful. "Yes, sir. It appears he's not here, though." You were horrified. The headquarters was already being burned down and you hadn't even been there for a day. Then the fire that was leaping around the halls died out. Woosung frowned, pulling everyone toward the exit again. You spotted Sungjin coming out of the dying flames. "Sungjin!" The man stopped and looked at you. His face was smudged with ash but he still looked handsome. You wanted to roll your eyes at the thought. "Y/N?" Jae came from behind Sungjin and watched as Woosung stopped. He smiled creepily at Jae. "Jae. Long time, no see." Jae shook his head firmly. "We aren't friends anymore, Sammy. Let go of Y/N." More men came from out of the smoke. The place was no longer burning, now only drenched in water and fire-distinguisher. A man was pushed next to Sungjin, who pulled a gun at the newcomer. "I'll kill Jaehyeong if you don't let her go and come with us willingly." Woosung's smile faltered. "J-Jaehyeong? You can't kill him." "We won't if you listen to us." Dojoon pulled out a gun and aimed it at your head; you saw his hand shaking as he glanced at you hesitantly, like he was unwilling to kill. "Let go of Jaehyeong and I won't kill her." Jae took out his gun and aimed it at Woosung. "Sammy, let her go." Woosung clenched his jaw. He grabbed your hair and angled your head to look up. The JYP recruits all seemed to stop breathing as Hajoon flipped out a knife and brought it to your neck. You had tears running down her face and a mark on your neck was bleeding. You sobbed, "Just let Jaehyeong go, please." Woosung reached slowly into his leather jacket again, pulling out a gun. Jae fingered his trigger and was about to fire. A gunshot rang out and Jae fell to his knees, holding his arm in pain. You were holding a gun aimed at him. You had cloudy eyes and didn't know what you were doing, though it wasn’t obvious of it. Woosung cackled. Dojoon still held his gun at your head. Woosung whispered something in your ear and you were immediately aiming at Sungjin. "Sungjin," you called softly, "let Jaehyeong go." As Sungjin stood there in silent retaliation, you cocked the gun slowly. Sungjin kept the gun at Jaehyeong's head. "Alright," you said. You pulled the trigger as Jaehyeong shoved Sungjin to the floor. Two shots rang out. One bullet barely missed Sungjin's head as he fell to the ground, Jaehyeong beside him. But the bullet didn't miss its target. It went straight into Young K's arm, just behind Sungjin. He yelped and doubled over, gripping his arm. The second bullet hit him in his abdomen. The blood spilled past his fingers and you dropped the gun in shock. You realized Woosung had let go of you so you pushed yourself away from him. Dojoon still had his gun to your head and was gripping your wrist. "Experiment 1," Dojoon called. "Hold still." You didn't listen. You pulled away from his hand and slid away easily, stumbling onto the floor in front of Jae. His arm was bleeding a whole lot. You shivered at yourself. "Did I..." Jae shook his head with a sad look in his eyes. "No, Y/N, it was Sammy. He gave you the gun. It made you lose your mind. It wasn't you." "But I could've kill—" "But you didn't." He let go of his arm. You pulled him into a hug. "I'm glad I didn't." "Experiment 1!" Sammy shouted from behind them. "Ignite." You let go of Jae quickly. "What?" "I said... ignite." Jae jumped away from you as your hand caught fire. You immediately brought it toward Jae, mercilessly waving at him in an attempt to set him on fire. He was horrified as the fire caught on his leg before he could get out of reach. Jaehyeong crawled to you and hit you on the head with Sungjin's gun. You had a look of fear on your face before you fell forward onto the ground. Silence fell. Jaehyeong was quietly helping Jae to put out the fire. Woosung, Dojoon, and Hajoon ran for the exit. Sungjin had gotten up and started to chase after them, but Seunghyub stopped him. "Sungjin! You don't have your gun. Let someone else go." Sungjin clenched his jaw. Then he nodded. "You're right." Seunghyub turned and shouted. "Hweseung and Dongsung! Go after them!" Two men in casual clothes ran forward. They both had a cute appeal, though at that moment their grim expressions showed their breathtaking handsomeness. They pulled out their guns and sprinted at the escapees. When they exited the room, gunshots were heard. The Mafia in the room lurched forward to help the injured. They didn't wait for the two men to return. It was an incredible sight; the men in the room were wearing suits, hoodies, and charred t-shirts and all of them had impossibly handsome or cute faces. Sungjin kneeled by Young K. "Wonpil! Come help him!" There were men by his side already, taking pieces of their own clothing to help staunch the bleeding. No one in the room wasn't trying to help. A few men grabbed Jaehyeong, who wasn't trying to escape. But Wonpil wasn't in the room. Sungjin shouted again. "Wonpil! Doctor Kim Wonpil!"

Part 7