you and heeseung are enemies, despite both your parents being friends. you recently got into a fight and got injured badly. since heeseung goes to med school, he was forced to take care of you. you sat in his lap. his jaw was locked, his eyes hardening as he studied your wounds. you let out a hiss when he dabbed at your arm, trying to clean up the blood.

“this is going to hurt.” he warned before pouring the alcohol on your arm.

you tried to muffle your screams by burying your face in his neck. the pain was consuming you whole like a fire. you began panting and writhing in his lap. he pressed his free hand against your hip to steady you, clearing his throat.

“{{user}}.” he growled out. “stop.”