Scarf, Injured
Title: Scarf
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: GDYB, DaeRi
Genre: Angst, Romance, Humour
Disclaimer: Big Bang is not mine *cries*
Summary: Dong Youngbae is sitting on a bench under the glowering light of lamppost. It is late at night and he decides to go home, if a hazy figure doesn't suddenly come in view and collapse in the middle of the street, badly hurt.
Hiver's note: Ya-ha! Second BB fanfic X3 It's multichapter. I think the first chapter is very long... O_o I probably will keep on writing long chappies, but update once a week... Anyway, enjoy!
Scarf
Chapter 1: Injured
Those gentle hands moved along the piano. The room was filled with reverberating tune.
Youngbae didn’t say anything. All he did was staring. Slowly, the world was crushing down on him.
“You’re such an introvert.”
He was.
The melody stopped. After a moment, it began with different tune.
He stood and watched her leave. His heart ached.
It was out of tune.
The seventh time.
Closing the lid of the piano, he went out for a stroll.
***
Dong Youngbae buried his face in his hands. He emptied his thought and concentrated on the sound of his surrounding. Somehow, he felt there was no sound at all. It was either because it was in the middle of night or his mind just messed up. Youngbae figured it was both.
The cold breeze numbed him. Maybe he should just go home already. Here he was sitting on a bench by the quiet street with lamppost glowering on him. It sounded more sensible if he wasn’t just staring into nothingness or covering his face with his hands. Youngbae decided to go home.
He got up to his knees and gave himself a good stretch. Then he walked away. That was what it was supposed to be, if a hazy figure didn’t suddenly come in view and collapse in the middle of the street. Youngbae grew wide-eyed. He ran to the poor body, and the more he approached, the more he doubted if he was still alive. Youngbae knelt to see if his assumption was wrong. He closely examined the person. It was a man, probably slightly younger than him. He had a childish feature (although he couldn’t say that in his current condition), skinny body, and short, messy dark hair. He wore a white graphic t-shirt coated with purple fleece and grey jeans; all torn and stained in blood. There were bruises here and there. He was in an awful shape.
Youngbae placed his ear on his chest to find a trace of heartbeat. He silently prayed he could hear one. Thump. He listened. Thump. Heartbeat, barely heard. The man was alive. Youngbae gestured a thanks heavenward.
Fishing out his mobile phone, he dialled 119.
“119. May I help you?”
“Yes, I found a dying man in the middle of street!”
“What’s your location?”
“It’s-” The line cut off. Youngbae growled in frustration as his mobile phone died of battery. He glanced at the man worriedly and, after several considerations, carried him in a bridal style. His dorm was not that far.
Falling loosely was a green, triangular scarf. Youngbae figured that it fell from the man’s grasp. He stooped over to get it and continued to stride towards his dorm.
***
“Hyung! Hyung!”
“What!?” Seung-hyun snapped, glaring at the maknae.
“The sollongtang is too sweet!”
“That’s just you.” He tasted the soup. “It tastes fine to me.”
Seungri’s jaw dropped. “No, it isn’t! Something’s wrong with your taste bud!”
“What did you say!? Don’t talk to your hyung like that!” Seung-hyun bent over to pinch his cheek.
“Argh! I’m sorry! I really am!”
After he heard enough distressful cries, Seung-hyun let go of his cheek and sat back into his seat with a mischievous smirk stretched across his face.
“That’s your punishment for speaking impolitely towards your hyung,” he stated, “besides, it is not exactly my job to cook for you two. You’re just some obnoxious neighbours who can’t even feed yourselves.”
Seungri grinned playfully to his eldest hyung. Seung-hyun rolled his eyes as he went back to eat. Daesung came out of the bathroom.
“What happened?” he asked innocently. Seungri motioned him to sit beside him but Daesung hardly glanced at him. Seungri continued to eat like an abandoned puppy.
“Your dear roommate can’t seem to stop complaining about the food.” Seung-hyun answered bluntly.
Daesung stayed silent; his roommate suddenly gulped that he gagged uncontrollably, dirtying the table. Seung-hyun pinched his nose in disgust.
Seungri groped for his drink, but a hand suddenly grabbed his in such a strength that stifled any voices out of him. He peered at his best friend fearfully only to find a pair of worried eyes. No, Seungri knew what it was for certain. If looks could kill than this would probably be his last day on the Earth.
“Seungri, are you okay?” Deasung rubbed his back to cease the cough. Indeed, the cough ceased, but it was because of the unimaginable force that Seungri felt the moment Daesung touched his back. “You shouldn’t eat too fast… After all, this place is our only shelter. Without Youngbae and Seung-hyun, we would die of hunger by now. We must be grateful, mustn’t we?” Daesung smiled and took his hand off Seungri’s back. Seungri was left stunned and motionless. Daesung drew a chair beside his roommate and sat; Seung-hyun flinched. Never mess up with Daesung, he thought.
Daesung looked around the room, his brows furrowed. “Hey, do you know where Youngbae is?”
“If I do,” He swallowed his food, “I wouldn’t have cooked this stupid soup.”
Daesung squinted at the doorway anxiously. He shifted in his seat before pouring the sollongtang into his bowl. The three of them ate in silence (mainly because Seungri was in no condition to talk). Daesung drank the soup, to which Seung-hyun smiled haughtily at Seungri, and put the bowl down.
“What if-” Daesung’s voice faded, interrupted by the loud bang on the door. He ran towards the door and swung it open without bothering to check who it was, as he was sure it would be Youngbae. And it was Youngbae, plus a dead man in his hands. Well, he hoped he wasn’t.
“What the-!?” He murmured. Youngbae ignored the comment and rushed in as soon as possible. Seung-hyun, who heard the hurried footsteps, rose to his feet and strode out of the kitchen. Seungri raised an eyebrow and decided to follow him. He walked quickly towards the living room and saw all his friends standing around the couch. Curious, he ran to them.
“Ah, hyung! You’re back!” Seungri greeted cheerfully, “Hey, why do you all look so worried? Is there some-AH! Who!? Is-is he okay? Goodness, hyung, I always thought you were a calm person. You should’ve just told us if-” A smack on the head.
Daesung folded his arms, “Hyung, what happened?”
Youngbae wiped his forehead uneasily. He looked very tired and disarray, as if his mind has travelled upon endless road. He looked at the man, then to his friends. He could see that they demand an explanation. Youngbae fell onto the nearest sofa and rubbed his temples. Seung-hyun nodded to Daesung and Daesung nodded back in understanding.
“Seungri,” said Daesung, “fetch the first aid box!”
“Got it!” He dashed to the bathroom. Daesung, on the other hand dialled his friend’s mobile number and waited for the other line to pick up; his finger tapping impatiently.
Finally, a man’s voice rang from the other end, “Hello?”
“Gaesoon! Someone’s just got hit by a car and he’s currently in Youngbae’s room.”
Youngbae raised an eyebrow. “Hey, I just found him in the middle of the street. I’m not sure he was hit by a car,” --Daesung motioned him to be quiet-- “, oh, right.” Gaesoon wouldn’t just come if nothing too serious happened.
“Hit by a car!? Okay, wait for me,” Gaesoon said, “Can someone do the basic first aid while I’m on my way?”
Daesung glimpsed at Seung-hyun. “I think Seung-hyun can do it. Thanks!” He hung up.
“Do what?” Seung-hyun stared at him apprehensively.
“First aid.”
Seung-hyun sighed exasperatedly and, after a moment’s pause, walked towards the sink to wash his hands. He used plastic gloves and knelt beside the man. Gently, he tapped his face and shoulder. No response.
“Daedae, I don’t think I can--” Seung-hyun was shot with a glare. “Never mind.”
Hesitantly, Seung-hyun tilted the man’s head back to open his airway. He looked inside his mouth scooped a lump of blood with his middle finger. Whoa…
“First aid’s here!”
Seung-hyun fell from his position and glared at grinning Seungri. “Don’t surprise me like that!”
“Ah, sorry.”
Seung-hyun snatched a piece of cloth and wiped the man’s blood off his hands. The dark-haired man’s breathing became slightly better as his airway was opened. Satisfied, he ordered Youngbae to turn him onto his side into the recovery position.
“Now, we wait.” Seung-hyun stood up and sat on the sofa. The rest waited in silence.
Every now and then, Youngbae would glance at the clock to see how much time has passed. His heart was beating faster due to anxiety that it jumped at the sound of a knock. Youngbae rushed through the door and greeted their fellow doctor, Hyun Gaesoon.
Hyun Gaesoon sauntered in in such a mess. He even put on different sandals! “Where’s my patient?”
Daesung led him to the injured man and Gaesoon quickly examined him. He felt the man’s pulse, tapping his face and shoulder, and sighed in relief.
“Seung-hyun, did you open his airway?” Receiving a nod, he smiled, “Good job.” Seung-hyun smirked proudly.
Delicately, Gaesoon took off the man’s purple fleece and removed his t-shirt to examine his bruises. He was hurt, but nothing too serious; only light bruises and cuts here and there. It didn’t look like he was hit by a car. It was more as if he got into a street fight. His left arm, however, was smacked badly. He didn’t break it, though. He just wouldn’t be able to use it appropriately in about a month. His head bled too; the blood began to dry. Another thing that confused him was his pallid face. Gaesoon began to think that it wasn’t just a simple hit-and-run. He studied the man quizzically.
Daesung swallowed. It seemed that a car did not hit him. He glanced at Youngbae and Youngbae got up and knelt beside the doctor.
“Sorry, we actually lied about the car accident.” Youngbae explained. “I found him in the middle of the street. He ran from the alleyway and collapsed in the middle of the street.” Daesung bowed his head to apologise. So did Seungri and Seung-hyun. Gaesoon’s expression was unreadable.
“You lied to me? Tsk tsk tsk...”
Everyone looked at him surprised. Gaesoon got angry easily and when he did, it seemed that a volcano has just exploded. Why wasn’t reacting like he usually was?
“Are-are you okay?” Daesung questioned.
Gaesoon drew his brows. “I’m utterly confused.” He looked at them. “He seems to undergo unfortunate events in sequence. Both physically and psychologically.”
“What do you mean?” Seung-hyun asked.
“Battered body, smacked arm and head, pallid face, irregular heart beating...” He sighed. “In conclusion, he probably was beaten by a group of gangster, ran on a motorcycle, and got an asthma attack.”
“What!?”
“I mean, if you roughly sum it up.” Gaesoon frowned.
Youngbae sat and watched the lying man. “Then, is he going to be okay?”
“Yes, I think. All we need to do is clean him up and bandage his wounds.”
“Are you sure?”
“I can’t tell you I’m sure. Like I said, he was hurt both physically and psychologically. He is in a state of shock.”
“Is he gonna wake up?” Seungri asked.
“Yes. His injuries are minor. I believe he isn’t going to lie in bed for more than a week.”
Seungri sighed in relief as he smiled at Daesung. Daesung smiled back. “Thanks, Gaesoon.”
“No problem,” he smiled, “now, let’s get to work! Bae dongsaeng, help me clean his wound. Dae, you boil the water. And Choi, help me with the bandages.”
Three of them nodded in unison and did as they were told. Seungri stood, jaw dropped.
“How about me!?” He cried.
Gaesoon gazed at him for a while. “Sit nicely.”
Seungri sat cross-legged on the floor, grumbling under his breath about discrimination. He crossed his arms and watched intently how his cocky hyungs are doing their job. Bae hyung seemed to be reluctant to wash the man’s body with sponge. His eyes barely focused and he kept on biting his lower lip. Daesungie did the easiest job, yet he added more jobs to himself by preparing the towels, disinfectant, etc. The most peculiar thing was watching Seung-hyun. He didn’t seem like the type to cure at all. However, he helped Gaesoon hyung well. Seungri clucked his tongue and rushed through his room. He needed a camera.
While Seungri was gone, Youngbae was musing over what he should do. Simple, all he needed to do was wash the man with sponge. Daesung came to him with a bowl of warm water in his hands. Muttering his thanks, Youngbae dipped the sponge into the water and squeezed it. He wiped the man’s stomach, carefully avoided the bruises, then up to his chest. Youngbae’s hands were cold from the long waiting of nervousness, but he was astonished when his fingertips touched the skin of the dark haired man; the man’s body was colder than him.
While he sponge-bathed, he observed the man’s feature. Despite his skinny body, he was actually quite muscular; not as muscular as Youngbae of course, but still proved him to be a tough person. Youngbae ran a hand through his cornrows, and when he was about to clean the area along the long cut the man had, he accidentally slid his hand all the way from the man’s waist to his chest (which was how long the cut was). He pulled his hand away in surprise, which was when he suddenly heard a ‘click’ sound from his right. He turned his reddened face to the sound only to hear another ‘click’, accompanied by the sight of his maknae, who was holding a digital camera in front of him. Youngbae gave him a ‘what-are-you-doing’ look, which was replied by a sheepish smile.
“Capturing the moments…” He grinned. Again, Seung-hyun rolled his eyes while Gaesoon called Daesung. Daesung lectured him for the rest of the hours.
Youngbae skimmed over the man’s face. He had a baby face, much like a woman. It was, how to put it, adorable. Nevertheless, something’s odd. The man had a dreadful expression; cold, sweaty skin, shivering and shaking.
“Gaesoon,” Youngbae called, “you said that he was in a state of shock right?”
“Yeah, why?”
Youngbae made a face, trying to figure out what he should say. He looked at the man’s face. “What can make a person put such a face?”
That, too, was what had been running in Gaesoon’s head. “I’ve no idea.”
I have a bad feeling about this, Gaesoon thought as he cleaned the blood on the man’s head.
“What’s this?”
Gaesoon, Seung-hyun, Youngbae and Daesung turned to Seungri. He was stooping over to get a green triangular scarf that was lying on the floor. Youngbae gasped and searched for the scarf in his pocket. When he found nothing, he looked at Seungri and stated, “It’s his,” while taking a glance of the man. Seungri nodded in humming while he examined the scarf.
“G.D.” He suddenly said.
“What did you say?” Seung-hyung asked without seeing him.
Seungri looked at the scarf once again. “There’s an initial G.D. on this scarf.”
No one replied at this as everyone was too busy to talk to. Seungri decided to hold the scarf while taking pictures of his wonderful hyungs. The night was going to be long.
***
The morning alarm rang through the living room. It was very loud and obnoxious that Seung-hyun, who was asleep in his room, twitched in his dream. Youngbae’s hand groped around his pocket, desperately searching for his handphone with eyes closed. When he finally felt the cold, rectangular shape in his hand, he looked at the phone screen and turned the alarm off. It was 8 A.M. Saturday. Youngbae yawned as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking several times. He had no idea where he was. Squinting at his surrounding, he realised that he was in the living room. Why was he in the living room, sleeping on the sofa? Let’s see… Last night, he found an injured man by the street. Gaesoon took care of him. Gaesoon went back home right after that. Seung-hyun, Daesung, and Seungri helped. Seung-hyun slept in his room. Daesung and Seungri went back to their own room. And he? The last thing he remembered was placing an icy towel on top of the man’s burning forehead. That made sense. It seemed that he fell asleep on the sofa while taking care of the man last night. As for the blanket that was covering him, Daesung probably did that (he just couldn’t imagine Seung-hyun or Seungri did).
Youngbae sighed. He gulped his own saliva only to find none in his throat. He was thirsty.
Youngbae got up to his knees, pausing to feel the sleeping man’s forehead. The fever has cooled down. Good. Youngbae took the icy towel from his forehead and replaced it with the new one.
He sauntered into the kitchen.
Walking to the water dispenser, Youngbae poured a glassful of water and gulped them rather hurriedly. He coughed, drinking too fast. Youngbae gulped down more water to calm the coughs. After his coughs stopped, his eyes were red. He sighed irritatingly and meandered back to where he previously was. He jumped when he saw someone sitting on the couch, staring at nothing. Youngbae walked towards him, curious. He approached silently until he was beside the man.
“I see that you’re awake.”
The man, not only surprised, but jumped in his seat that he winced in pain because of his straining muscles. Youngbae helped him sit properly but the man flinched at the sudden contact. He decided to leave him for a moment.
Youngbae studied him. From between the curtains, sunlight filtered in, revealing to him such a good-looking man. Youngbae stopped breathing in amazement. Did the man look this handsome before? He gazed his way. Youngbae frowned. He had never seen such melancholy before. It was so overwhelming that he couldn’t bear to see him.
The man’s breathing was becoming more stable. Youngbae drew near to see his condition. The man’s morose expression turned into confusion. Youngbae knelt so that his eyes were levelled to his. The man stared at him as if trying to figure who Youngbae was.
“How are you feeling?” Youngbae asked.
The man tried to answer but it seemed like his throat was too dry. Youngbae understood and to fetch for a drink. He came back later on with a glass of warm water in his hand. The man slowly drank his drink. He drank really slowly, as if each gulp was unbearably painful. From the look, it probably was.
After he finished his drink, the man stared into nothingness again. He seemed to be distracted by his own thought. Youngbae could see that he was confused, fragile and scared.
“Yesterday I found you severely injured on the street and carried you back home. This is my home,” Youngbae explained, “You were injured, so my friend took care of your wounds.”
The man stayed silent for what seemed like ages. Youngbae didn’t know what to do. He just stayed silent and waited for a response. He didn’t get any. Youngbae prodded his shoulder gently to see if he was alive. The man slowly turned his head towards him with so much confusion in his face. His eyes perplexed.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Youngbae started to get worry.
The smaller man stared at him desperately in the eye. “I don’t--” He swallowed, “remem-I--” His eyes downcast.
“Who am I?”
***
Hiver's note: Whoa... I never thought I would write Seungri and Daesung like that. I mean, really, I didn't plan on that! O_o And don't bother about the medical treatment... I'm not sure about all that. GYAH! Writing in English tires me out! I'm an Indonesian~ and I don't speak English~ I keep flipping through my beloved Oxford dictionary and thesaurus~ *Sigh* Ohya, does anyone think Hyun Gaesoon is a lame name? =,=" I don't even think it's Korean... ah~ I'm so not creative at that... T.T
Anyway, reviews would be NICE~~~
|2. Memory Loss
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: GDYB, DaeRi
Genre: Angst, Romance, Humour
Disclaimer: Big Bang is not mine *cries*
Summary: Dong Youngbae is sitting on a bench under the glowering light of lamppost. It is late at night and he decides to go home, if a hazy figure doesn't suddenly come in view and collapse in the middle of the street, badly hurt.
Hiver's note: Ya-ha! Second BB fanfic X3 It's multichapter. I think the first chapter is very long... O_o I probably will keep on writing long chappies, but update once a week... Anyway, enjoy!
Scarf
Chapter 1: Injured
Those gentle hands moved along the piano. The room was filled with reverberating tune.
Youngbae didn’t say anything. All he did was staring. Slowly, the world was crushing down on him.
“You’re such an introvert.”
He was.
The melody stopped. After a moment, it began with different tune.
He stood and watched her leave. His heart ached.
It was out of tune.
The seventh time.
Closing the lid of the piano, he went out for a stroll.
***
Dong Youngbae buried his face in his hands. He emptied his thought and concentrated on the sound of his surrounding. Somehow, he felt there was no sound at all. It was either because it was in the middle of night or his mind just messed up. Youngbae figured it was both.
The cold breeze numbed him. Maybe he should just go home already. Here he was sitting on a bench by the quiet street with lamppost glowering on him. It sounded more sensible if he wasn’t just staring into nothingness or covering his face with his hands. Youngbae decided to go home.
He got up to his knees and gave himself a good stretch. Then he walked away. That was what it was supposed to be, if a hazy figure didn’t suddenly come in view and collapse in the middle of the street. Youngbae grew wide-eyed. He ran to the poor body, and the more he approached, the more he doubted if he was still alive. Youngbae knelt to see if his assumption was wrong. He closely examined the person. It was a man, probably slightly younger than him. He had a childish feature (although he couldn’t say that in his current condition), skinny body, and short, messy dark hair. He wore a white graphic t-shirt coated with purple fleece and grey jeans; all torn and stained in blood. There were bruises here and there. He was in an awful shape.
Youngbae placed his ear on his chest to find a trace of heartbeat. He silently prayed he could hear one. Thump. He listened. Thump. Heartbeat, barely heard. The man was alive. Youngbae gestured a thanks heavenward.
Fishing out his mobile phone, he dialled 119.
“119. May I help you?”
“Yes, I found a dying man in the middle of street!”
“What’s your location?”
“It’s-” The line cut off. Youngbae growled in frustration as his mobile phone died of battery. He glanced at the man worriedly and, after several considerations, carried him in a bridal style. His dorm was not that far.
Falling loosely was a green, triangular scarf. Youngbae figured that it fell from the man’s grasp. He stooped over to get it and continued to stride towards his dorm.
***
“Hyung! Hyung!”
“What!?” Seung-hyun snapped, glaring at the maknae.
“The sollongtang is too sweet!”
“That’s just you.” He tasted the soup. “It tastes fine to me.”
Seungri’s jaw dropped. “No, it isn’t! Something’s wrong with your taste bud!”
“What did you say!? Don’t talk to your hyung like that!” Seung-hyun bent over to pinch his cheek.
“Argh! I’m sorry! I really am!”
After he heard enough distressful cries, Seung-hyun let go of his cheek and sat back into his seat with a mischievous smirk stretched across his face.
“That’s your punishment for speaking impolitely towards your hyung,” he stated, “besides, it is not exactly my job to cook for you two. You’re just some obnoxious neighbours who can’t even feed yourselves.”
Seungri grinned playfully to his eldest hyung. Seung-hyun rolled his eyes as he went back to eat. Daesung came out of the bathroom.
“What happened?” he asked innocently. Seungri motioned him to sit beside him but Daesung hardly glanced at him. Seungri continued to eat like an abandoned puppy.
“Your dear roommate can’t seem to stop complaining about the food.” Seung-hyun answered bluntly.
Daesung stayed silent; his roommate suddenly gulped that he gagged uncontrollably, dirtying the table. Seung-hyun pinched his nose in disgust.
Seungri groped for his drink, but a hand suddenly grabbed his in such a strength that stifled any voices out of him. He peered at his best friend fearfully only to find a pair of worried eyes. No, Seungri knew what it was for certain. If looks could kill than this would probably be his last day on the Earth.
“Seungri, are you okay?” Deasung rubbed his back to cease the cough. Indeed, the cough ceased, but it was because of the unimaginable force that Seungri felt the moment Daesung touched his back. “You shouldn’t eat too fast… After all, this place is our only shelter. Without Youngbae and Seung-hyun, we would die of hunger by now. We must be grateful, mustn’t we?” Daesung smiled and took his hand off Seungri’s back. Seungri was left stunned and motionless. Daesung drew a chair beside his roommate and sat; Seung-hyun flinched. Never mess up with Daesung, he thought.
Daesung looked around the room, his brows furrowed. “Hey, do you know where Youngbae is?”
“If I do,” He swallowed his food, “I wouldn’t have cooked this stupid soup.”
Daesung squinted at the doorway anxiously. He shifted in his seat before pouring the sollongtang into his bowl. The three of them ate in silence (mainly because Seungri was in no condition to talk). Daesung drank the soup, to which Seung-hyun smiled haughtily at Seungri, and put the bowl down.
“What if-” Daesung’s voice faded, interrupted by the loud bang on the door. He ran towards the door and swung it open without bothering to check who it was, as he was sure it would be Youngbae. And it was Youngbae, plus a dead man in his hands. Well, he hoped he wasn’t.
“What the-!?” He murmured. Youngbae ignored the comment and rushed in as soon as possible. Seung-hyun, who heard the hurried footsteps, rose to his feet and strode out of the kitchen. Seungri raised an eyebrow and decided to follow him. He walked quickly towards the living room and saw all his friends standing around the couch. Curious, he ran to them.
“Ah, hyung! You’re back!” Seungri greeted cheerfully, “Hey, why do you all look so worried? Is there some-AH! Who!? Is-is he okay? Goodness, hyung, I always thought you were a calm person. You should’ve just told us if-” A smack on the head.
Daesung folded his arms, “Hyung, what happened?”
Youngbae wiped his forehead uneasily. He looked very tired and disarray, as if his mind has travelled upon endless road. He looked at the man, then to his friends. He could see that they demand an explanation. Youngbae fell onto the nearest sofa and rubbed his temples. Seung-hyun nodded to Daesung and Daesung nodded back in understanding.
“Seungri,” said Daesung, “fetch the first aid box!”
“Got it!” He dashed to the bathroom. Daesung, on the other hand dialled his friend’s mobile number and waited for the other line to pick up; his finger tapping impatiently.
Finally, a man’s voice rang from the other end, “Hello?”
“Gaesoon! Someone’s just got hit by a car and he’s currently in Youngbae’s room.”
Youngbae raised an eyebrow. “Hey, I just found him in the middle of the street. I’m not sure he was hit by a car,” --Daesung motioned him to be quiet-- “, oh, right.” Gaesoon wouldn’t just come if nothing too serious happened.
“Hit by a car!? Okay, wait for me,” Gaesoon said, “Can someone do the basic first aid while I’m on my way?”
Daesung glimpsed at Seung-hyun. “I think Seung-hyun can do it. Thanks!” He hung up.
“Do what?” Seung-hyun stared at him apprehensively.
“First aid.”
Seung-hyun sighed exasperatedly and, after a moment’s pause, walked towards the sink to wash his hands. He used plastic gloves and knelt beside the man. Gently, he tapped his face and shoulder. No response.
“Daedae, I don’t think I can--” Seung-hyun was shot with a glare. “Never mind.”
Hesitantly, Seung-hyun tilted the man’s head back to open his airway. He looked inside his mouth scooped a lump of blood with his middle finger. Whoa…
“First aid’s here!”
Seung-hyun fell from his position and glared at grinning Seungri. “Don’t surprise me like that!”
“Ah, sorry.”
Seung-hyun snatched a piece of cloth and wiped the man’s blood off his hands. The dark-haired man’s breathing became slightly better as his airway was opened. Satisfied, he ordered Youngbae to turn him onto his side into the recovery position.
“Now, we wait.” Seung-hyun stood up and sat on the sofa. The rest waited in silence.
Every now and then, Youngbae would glance at the clock to see how much time has passed. His heart was beating faster due to anxiety that it jumped at the sound of a knock. Youngbae rushed through the door and greeted their fellow doctor, Hyun Gaesoon.
Hyun Gaesoon sauntered in in such a mess. He even put on different sandals! “Where’s my patient?”
Daesung led him to the injured man and Gaesoon quickly examined him. He felt the man’s pulse, tapping his face and shoulder, and sighed in relief.
“Seung-hyun, did you open his airway?” Receiving a nod, he smiled, “Good job.” Seung-hyun smirked proudly.
Delicately, Gaesoon took off the man’s purple fleece and removed his t-shirt to examine his bruises. He was hurt, but nothing too serious; only light bruises and cuts here and there. It didn’t look like he was hit by a car. It was more as if he got into a street fight. His left arm, however, was smacked badly. He didn’t break it, though. He just wouldn’t be able to use it appropriately in about a month. His head bled too; the blood began to dry. Another thing that confused him was his pallid face. Gaesoon began to think that it wasn’t just a simple hit-and-run. He studied the man quizzically.
Daesung swallowed. It seemed that a car did not hit him. He glanced at Youngbae and Youngbae got up and knelt beside the doctor.
“Sorry, we actually lied about the car accident.” Youngbae explained. “I found him in the middle of the street. He ran from the alleyway and collapsed in the middle of the street.” Daesung bowed his head to apologise. So did Seungri and Seung-hyun. Gaesoon’s expression was unreadable.
“You lied to me? Tsk tsk tsk...”
Everyone looked at him surprised. Gaesoon got angry easily and when he did, it seemed that a volcano has just exploded. Why wasn’t reacting like he usually was?
“Are-are you okay?” Daesung questioned.
Gaesoon drew his brows. “I’m utterly confused.” He looked at them. “He seems to undergo unfortunate events in sequence. Both physically and psychologically.”
“What do you mean?” Seung-hyun asked.
“Battered body, smacked arm and head, pallid face, irregular heart beating...” He sighed. “In conclusion, he probably was beaten by a group of gangster, ran on a motorcycle, and got an asthma attack.”
“What!?”
“I mean, if you roughly sum it up.” Gaesoon frowned.
Youngbae sat and watched the lying man. “Then, is he going to be okay?”
“Yes, I think. All we need to do is clean him up and bandage his wounds.”
“Are you sure?”
“I can’t tell you I’m sure. Like I said, he was hurt both physically and psychologically. He is in a state of shock.”
“Is he gonna wake up?” Seungri asked.
“Yes. His injuries are minor. I believe he isn’t going to lie in bed for more than a week.”
Seungri sighed in relief as he smiled at Daesung. Daesung smiled back. “Thanks, Gaesoon.”
“No problem,” he smiled, “now, let’s get to work! Bae dongsaeng, help me clean his wound. Dae, you boil the water. And Choi, help me with the bandages.”
Three of them nodded in unison and did as they were told. Seungri stood, jaw dropped.
“How about me!?” He cried.
Gaesoon gazed at him for a while. “Sit nicely.”
Seungri sat cross-legged on the floor, grumbling under his breath about discrimination. He crossed his arms and watched intently how his cocky hyungs are doing their job. Bae hyung seemed to be reluctant to wash the man’s body with sponge. His eyes barely focused and he kept on biting his lower lip. Daesungie did the easiest job, yet he added more jobs to himself by preparing the towels, disinfectant, etc. The most peculiar thing was watching Seung-hyun. He didn’t seem like the type to cure at all. However, he helped Gaesoon hyung well. Seungri clucked his tongue and rushed through his room. He needed a camera.
While Seungri was gone, Youngbae was musing over what he should do. Simple, all he needed to do was wash the man with sponge. Daesung came to him with a bowl of warm water in his hands. Muttering his thanks, Youngbae dipped the sponge into the water and squeezed it. He wiped the man’s stomach, carefully avoided the bruises, then up to his chest. Youngbae’s hands were cold from the long waiting of nervousness, but he was astonished when his fingertips touched the skin of the dark haired man; the man’s body was colder than him.
While he sponge-bathed, he observed the man’s feature. Despite his skinny body, he was actually quite muscular; not as muscular as Youngbae of course, but still proved him to be a tough person. Youngbae ran a hand through his cornrows, and when he was about to clean the area along the long cut the man had, he accidentally slid his hand all the way from the man’s waist to his chest (which was how long the cut was). He pulled his hand away in surprise, which was when he suddenly heard a ‘click’ sound from his right. He turned his reddened face to the sound only to hear another ‘click’, accompanied by the sight of his maknae, who was holding a digital camera in front of him. Youngbae gave him a ‘what-are-you-doing’ look, which was replied by a sheepish smile.
“Capturing the moments…” He grinned. Again, Seung-hyun rolled his eyes while Gaesoon called Daesung. Daesung lectured him for the rest of the hours.
Youngbae skimmed over the man’s face. He had a baby face, much like a woman. It was, how to put it, adorable. Nevertheless, something’s odd. The man had a dreadful expression; cold, sweaty skin, shivering and shaking.
“Gaesoon,” Youngbae called, “you said that he was in a state of shock right?”
“Yeah, why?”
Youngbae made a face, trying to figure out what he should say. He looked at the man’s face. “What can make a person put such a face?”
That, too, was what had been running in Gaesoon’s head. “I’ve no idea.”
I have a bad feeling about this, Gaesoon thought as he cleaned the blood on the man’s head.
“What’s this?”
Gaesoon, Seung-hyun, Youngbae and Daesung turned to Seungri. He was stooping over to get a green triangular scarf that was lying on the floor. Youngbae gasped and searched for the scarf in his pocket. When he found nothing, he looked at Seungri and stated, “It’s his,” while taking a glance of the man. Seungri nodded in humming while he examined the scarf.
“G.D.” He suddenly said.
“What did you say?” Seung-hyung asked without seeing him.
Seungri looked at the scarf once again. “There’s an initial G.D. on this scarf.”
No one replied at this as everyone was too busy to talk to. Seungri decided to hold the scarf while taking pictures of his wonderful hyungs. The night was going to be long.
***
The morning alarm rang through the living room. It was very loud and obnoxious that Seung-hyun, who was asleep in his room, twitched in his dream. Youngbae’s hand groped around his pocket, desperately searching for his handphone with eyes closed. When he finally felt the cold, rectangular shape in his hand, he looked at the phone screen and turned the alarm off. It was 8 A.M. Saturday. Youngbae yawned as he slowly opened his eyes, blinking several times. He had no idea where he was. Squinting at his surrounding, he realised that he was in the living room. Why was he in the living room, sleeping on the sofa? Let’s see… Last night, he found an injured man by the street. Gaesoon took care of him. Gaesoon went back home right after that. Seung-hyun, Daesung, and Seungri helped. Seung-hyun slept in his room. Daesung and Seungri went back to their own room. And he? The last thing he remembered was placing an icy towel on top of the man’s burning forehead. That made sense. It seemed that he fell asleep on the sofa while taking care of the man last night. As for the blanket that was covering him, Daesung probably did that (he just couldn’t imagine Seung-hyun or Seungri did).
Youngbae sighed. He gulped his own saliva only to find none in his throat. He was thirsty.
Youngbae got up to his knees, pausing to feel the sleeping man’s forehead. The fever has cooled down. Good. Youngbae took the icy towel from his forehead and replaced it with the new one.
He sauntered into the kitchen.
Walking to the water dispenser, Youngbae poured a glassful of water and gulped them rather hurriedly. He coughed, drinking too fast. Youngbae gulped down more water to calm the coughs. After his coughs stopped, his eyes were red. He sighed irritatingly and meandered back to where he previously was. He jumped when he saw someone sitting on the couch, staring at nothing. Youngbae walked towards him, curious. He approached silently until he was beside the man.
“I see that you’re awake.”
The man, not only surprised, but jumped in his seat that he winced in pain because of his straining muscles. Youngbae helped him sit properly but the man flinched at the sudden contact. He decided to leave him for a moment.
Youngbae studied him. From between the curtains, sunlight filtered in, revealing to him such a good-looking man. Youngbae stopped breathing in amazement. Did the man look this handsome before? He gazed his way. Youngbae frowned. He had never seen such melancholy before. It was so overwhelming that he couldn’t bear to see him.
The man’s breathing was becoming more stable. Youngbae drew near to see his condition. The man’s morose expression turned into confusion. Youngbae knelt so that his eyes were levelled to his. The man stared at him as if trying to figure who Youngbae was.
“How are you feeling?” Youngbae asked.
The man tried to answer but it seemed like his throat was too dry. Youngbae understood and to fetch for a drink. He came back later on with a glass of warm water in his hand. The man slowly drank his drink. He drank really slowly, as if each gulp was unbearably painful. From the look, it probably was.
After he finished his drink, the man stared into nothingness again. He seemed to be distracted by his own thought. Youngbae could see that he was confused, fragile and scared.
“Yesterday I found you severely injured on the street and carried you back home. This is my home,” Youngbae explained, “You were injured, so my friend took care of your wounds.”
The man stayed silent for what seemed like ages. Youngbae didn’t know what to do. He just stayed silent and waited for a response. He didn’t get any. Youngbae prodded his shoulder gently to see if he was alive. The man slowly turned his head towards him with so much confusion in his face. His eyes perplexed.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Youngbae started to get worry.
The smaller man stared at him desperately in the eye. “I don’t--” He swallowed, “remem-I--” His eyes downcast.
“Who am I?”
***
Hiver's note: Whoa... I never thought I would write Seungri and Daesung like that. I mean, really, I didn't plan on that! O_o And don't bother about the medical treatment... I'm not sure about all that. GYAH! Writing in English tires me out! I'm an Indonesian~ and I don't speak English~ I keep flipping through my beloved Oxford dictionary and thesaurus~ *Sigh* Ohya, does anyone think Hyun Gaesoon is a lame name? =,=" I don't even think it's Korean... ah~ I'm so not creative at that... T.T
Anyway, reviews would be NICE~~~
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