#title very very vaguely inspired from 披星戴月的想你 by 告五人 (accusefive)

[allfortzu]

i'll carry the moon and stars, i'll carry you and me

-- jihyo / tzuyu. 1.4k - light angst, fluff - hurt/comfort, light mentions of blood // MEN DNI.

tzuyu goes home to jihyo.

it’s late at night and pouring outside, a constant static of crashing cascades instead of rhythmic patters. 

jihyo still finds it calming, though. there’s always been something about the simultaneous state of disarray and comforting orderliness that came with storms and thunder. 

it also meant she had an excuse to curl up under a blanket and watch every movie she’d been neglecting. not that she needed one, but it was always nice to have. 

a little mundane for a detective, maybe, but some mundanity has always been needed to balance out a life like hers. 

peace in chaos, if you will. 

comforting orderliness in states of disarray. 

so, jihyo picks out her most comfortable pyjamas, and makes the best cup of tea she knows how to make – which only consists of choosing the most expensive brand of tea she has and actually boiling water instead of microwaving, but such is life. 

she’s still humming and waiting for the kettle to sound when her doorbell rings, a barely discernible ding in the storm. 

she pads her way from her kitchen to the living room, right up the entrance of her house. it’s too dark outside to see anything through the peephole, so she opens the slightest crack in her blinds.

the light from inside spills out, and the outline of a familiar figure is illuminated. 

jihyo opens the door instantly. instinctual, immediate. 

“tzuyu?” 

tzuyu looks up at the sound, and jihyo’s chest tightens. 

her cheeks are smeared with blood, gaze weak and lidded. her suit is ripped and there’s splashes of dirt and more blood over her usually stark white button up. everything is drenched in the downpour. her clothes drip with rain. 

tzuyu’s voice is painfully soft. 

she opens her mouth but nothing comes out, the rain drowning out every syllable. 

but jihyo hears her clearly. 

she knows when tzuyu says –

“jihyo unnie.”

jihyo’s heart shatters. 

she wants to tug tzuyu in by the wrist and ask her every question in her mind – what happened, are you okay, who did this – but tzuyu takes a single step in, and she loses all strength. 

“tzuyu!” 

jihyo surges forward; without thinking, without hesitance. 

tzuyu falls right into her arms. 

boneless, completely weak.

the rain from her clothes soak through jihyo’s pyjamas, she’s piercingly cold to the touch. jihyo feels her tremble, meek and shivering. every breath she takes comes out shakily, every exhale barely there.

jihyo’s never realised just how small tzuyu is, finding solace in her arms. 

it hurts terribly to see.

maybe it’s the adrenaline, or pure determination – but jihyo hoists tzuyu up with everything she has, carries her unfalteringly until they reach her shower. 

she sets tzuyu down and hurriedly pushes her damp blazer off; clenches her teeth at the sight of more blood revealed on the sleeves of tzuyu's white shirt. 

"who the hell did this, tzu?" jihyo seethes, pulling a towel off the rack and wrapping tzuyu up. "what happened?" 

"i don't know…" tzuyu says weakly, clutching at the towel and curling into herself for warmth. "some other gang– " 

then, softer; shakier, "sorry… you– you were the only person i could think of."

jihyo pulls tzuyu into her arms as tight as she's able to, presses tzuyu into her shoulder, cheek to temple. 

she's still worried sick, but at least tzuyu's conscious and speaking. 

at least tzuyu's here with her. 

"are you hurt anywhere?" jihyo's voice cracks, pained. she lifts tzuyu's head gently to cup her face, caressing a thumb over her cheekbones and looking over the wounds.  "... is this your blood?" 

tzuyu doesn't say anything, just looks at jihyo, eyes watery and lips pursed. 

"oh, baby," jihyo mutters. 

she realises, tzuyu's not so much shaking from the cold than shaking from whatever happened to her before all this.

she's scared. 

jihyo decides her questions can wait. 

"take a shower, i'll get you a set of clothes," she says, stroking tzuyu's cheek one last time and laying her palms on tzuyu's knees. "okay?"  

tzuyu catches jihyo's wrist before she stands up; whispers, "stay with me?" 

her fingertips are still freezing, so jihyo adjusts her hold until her hands are covering tzuyu’s. just a little warmth. 

“okay,” she raises their hands up to her lips, presses a kiss to tzuyu’s knuckles. “i’ll get us clothes.” 

--

jihyo has seen her fair share of blood and slashes, but peeling tzuyu’s soaked red clothes off still makes her wince. tzuyu sucks in a sharp breath at times, some wounds a little more tender than others. 

the most obvious ones are gashes below her ribs and another on her thigh, then bruises here and there. there’s more blood on her jaw, but jihyo can’t tell if they’re tzuyu’s or someone else's. 

tzuyu stays close the entire shower, and jihyo focuses on washing her hair first. she kneads the shampoo into tzuyu’s head gently, massages her fingers into her scalp and detangles whatever she can. 

the shower adds on to the rain outside; it’s loud in tzuyu’s ears, a mess of sounds. 

tzuyu clenches her fists, lets jihyo work her fingers through her hair despite the sensitivity of water passing over her wounds. 

she tries to focus on jihyo’s eyes – dark brown, then golden when the light catches them just right. they’re distracted and darting, cautious and wary, but soft around the edges, fading into black at the rim of her irises.

it becomes apparent that the blood on tzuyu's face isn't tzuyu's own. jihyo doesn't know if she should be worried or relieved. 

she cleans tzuyu's wounds in the shower, too, gently rinsing the cuts with warm water. tzuyu flinches whenever jihyo dabs at it, whimpering and shaking softly.

jihyo intertwines her free hand with tzuyu’s, squeezing reassuringly. “just a little more, tzu.” 

tzuyu squeezes back, eyes closed. 

for the most part, jihyo's voice is soothing enough to help her endure the pain. 

"this part won't hurt, don't worry." 

she rests her head on jihyo's shoulder still, and jihyo tries not to ache too much at the feeling of tzuyu tearing up, holding her breath throughout. 

the gashes don't look deep, so jihyo places a gauze dressing over them and settles with wrapping tzuyu up in bandages. 

"can you walk?" jihyo asks, scratching lightly at tzuyu's scalp and running a thumb over the shell of her ear.  

tzuyu nods, releasing the breath she was holding. she uses jihyo as leverage to stand up, but shifts most of her weight on her uninjured leg. 

jihyo stands with her, letting tzuyu hold on to her shoulders as they dress. 

"thank you," tzuyu says, slipping jihyo's oversized t-shirt on. 

it fits just right when she wears it, and it smells perfectly of jihyo. 

"sorry," she adds. "i won't– "

"don't be," jihyo cuts in. "i know it's a given for… what you do." 

she curves her palm around tzuyu's jaw gently, almost as if she's afraid of hurting tzuyu. tzuyu can't help but turn her head to nuzzle into the touch. 

"just come to me, okay? any time," jihyo continues, stroking tzuyu's face. "i'm always here. i'll always, always open the door for you. i'll do all of this again if you ever need it. remember that." 

tzuyu nods. "i know." 

she places a hand over jihyo's, kisses her palm. 

remembers the storm outside, how she staggered through the downpour with barely any conscience, light-headed from the fight. she'd shown up at jihyo's house naturally; an innate desire to just want to be with jihyo.

there was nowhere else she’d rather have gone.

--

tzuyu wakes up in jihyo’s arms at dawn, turns her head to check if jihyo’s awake. 

jihyo has tossed all the blankets over tzuyu, she knows tzuyu runs cold. she has one hand over the part of tzuyu’s abdomen that had been injured, and the other plays with tzuyu’s hair idly. 

“i have to go to work,” she says, seeing that tzuyu had awoken. her voice is low and raspy in the morning. “will you stay?”

tzuyu hums, stretches until she can curl an arm around jihyo’s waist. “can i?” 

she's still sore, and every move sends a sharp pain to the gashes. but it's better. better than if she were alone.

“always." jihyo kisses her temple. 

she leans down again to brush tzuyu’s hair aside, presses another kiss to her forehead. “i have to get a few urgent things sorted at the office, but i’ll be home quickly, okay?” 

tzuyu smiles. “i’ll be here.” 

where else would she go?

the rain had stopped sometime in the night.

she’s warm, she’s safe. 

and she’s with jihyo. 

even if tzuyu is chaos in all her ways, jihyo is peace.

i'm sure this would've been a much nicer read if i'd wrote some backstory for them, but i couldn't get this particular scene out of my mind 🤧 it's meant to be detective!hyo / vigilante!tzu! is the suit part of tzuyu's vigilante get-up or is it just bc i find it hot? who knows <3 you can tell ttt crime scene 2 did a number on me

anyways, thank you for reading!!! i really loved writing this one, and i really hope you enjoyed it! interactions truly truly appreciated <3