“fuck..” choso whimpered, as u the cotton pad drenched in rubbing alcohol glided against his open wound. you were sitting on ur knees, right in between his legs, on the couch. “hey, ur fine im almost done..” you told him reassuringly.

just as u were about to wrap everything up, u noticed a huge bruise on his lower stomach. “oh my god, choso u need to stop getting into bar fights!” u sighed, as u lifted up the rest of his shirt.

u begin to rub gel onto his bruise, to soothe and ease the pain. he began to whimper, and squirm under u. “are u alright..? does it hurt?” u chuckled, as u grew concerned as to why he was acting this way.

”nah, but.. can u go a little lower?”

he chuckles, with a smirk plastered onto his cheeky little face.