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Wounds- Lee Jung Moon (Park Hae Jin)

“Does it hurt?” you mumbled softly, tracing the protruding skin that stood out on an otherwise smooth expense.

“Not anymore.” Jungmoons own voice held a rare gentleness that made you feel like you were the most precious person in his life.

You held back the bitterness that threatened to tighten your throat and grapple your heart. How could you even consider that when the negation was right infront of your eyes. In the scarring he took all to willingly for his ex, or what you thought-hoped was his ex.

Still, he let you get this close, see him in his vulnerability and touch him in a way that few had, that you were sure about atleast, so it meant he saw you more than just some girl he had to work with right? Maybe a friend?

“You should be more careful” you chided lightly. “I’ve seen how prone you are to injuries.”

You turned around to find a bandaid to rewrap the bullet wound, it was mostly healed but you didn’t want to take a chance. He didn’t let you go far before his hand shot out to grab yours. Startled at the suddenness of the gesture, you glanced back at him, the inquisitiveness in your eyes plain. He pulled you closer with a tug, securing you to him when you stumbled.

“I’ve heard that kisses serve as the best remedy to all sorts of pain” he whispered in your ear.

You gulped, thoughts running back to the night at the club when the two of you had first kissed. It had been a necessity of sorts, to get you away from prying eyes and give the two of you an excuse to venture further up the club to investigate. You tried keeping the kiss buried in the deepest corners of your mind but it always seemed to catch you off gaurd in your dullest moments. Now, with Jungmoon being so uncharacteristically bold you couldn’t help but think back to that day. He stroked a fire inside you like no one else ever had.

“You of all people should be well aware that it’s a hoax.” You replied, your hand automatically tracing the wound with feather-like delicacy.

“On the contrary, the “gate control theory” proves that that diversion tactics can often help deal with pain simply of the basis of the pain fibres not passing if you’re distracted well enough and by default you feel less pain.” He easily countered. You could’ve rolled your eyes at him, had not he been trying to convince you to kiss him.

When the thought finally registered, you were baffled as your heart picked up. The gravity of the situation settled in; Jungmoon, one of the most, if not the most stoic and closed off person you knew was not only asking for you to kiss his pain away but was also going as far as to try and convince you to do so. You knew he had no alterier motive simply because there was nothing special he could gain from it. Or so it seemed to you.

“Do you ask all the nursing staff for kisses on your booboos.” You joked, grinning widely despite how much his words effected you.

“They aren’t you.” He answered simply.

You stared at him, mouth hanging agape. What had he been taking to grow this bold, this open. A stab wound, no matter how lethal, shouldn’t be making him this delirious should it. Even as the thought came, you got rid of it. This was Jungmoon of all people, you could see the coherence in his eyes. He knew exactly what he was talking about. Plus luckily it was more of a cut than a stab, curtsy to the asshole he had saved. You could tell something about the exchange had bothered him and there had been a sort of tension between him and Un Cheol.

“If I give you your kisses will you tell me what’s bothering you?” You were aware that this might’ve been overstepping your boundaries but if the man could ask for a kiss he could answer a question too.

Jungmoon stared at you for a moment, the familiar assessment on his face before he shrugged and agreed, once again taking you by surprise. You hadn’t expected him to agree so quickly. A very large part of you couldn’t help but feel flattered and rather excited by the easy acceptance. It felt like he trusted you-or perceived you as no threat- and that you were more than just a colleague. Granted that yes, that should’ve been a given since he was practically asking you to kiss him.

You stared at him, unblinking before bending down slowly as you maintained eye contact. A flicker of surprise, on his otherwise impassive face made itself known to you, meaning he wasn’t expecting you to give in so easily, if at all. You didn’t let it get to you, not when you’d already made your move.

You pressed your lips tenderly on the newly wrapped bullet wound. It seared against your lips, a burning sensation that hit you spreading to your core, churning there. You had put bandaid on an old wound. Or were you the bandaid in this scenario, an attempt to ease the pain Jung Moon felt. The only problem was that, you were afraid that you, your self would be left in a locker room full of hurt when he was done. Still, you couldn’t help your heart skipping a beat, not when felt Jung moons breath hitch. Your lips lingered there for just afew seconds before you shifted to his current injury, also on his arm. You kissed him there as well, even more gentle than before if possible.

Eventually you took a step back but once again Jungmoon didnt let you get too far, he reached out for you. By now you were genuinely concerned, that was going on with him? You had never seen him, so- so touchy and forward before. For heavens sake, he never even initiated any for my of physical contact unless absolutely necessary. Yet here he holding on to you again. You hadn’t the slightest idea what to make of it.

“You’ve missed a few spots.” He had you trapped between his legs, looking up at you with expectant eyes.

A quick analysis of his form revealed the bruise forming on his cheekbone and a small cut on the edge of his lower lips. You were sure that within afew days it would heal and with the right ointment, disappear completely. That wasn’t really your primary concern however, it was the prospect of kissing Jungmoon again that sat right before you- in all implications of the term. He was asking you to actually kiss him again!

Stifling the onslaught to hesitancies and consequences before they became too much, you decided that if you’d come this far might aswell go with it. Plus it wasn’t as though kissing him was an unpleasant experience nor was it as though you hadn’t dreamed of the last kiss you’d shared, hoping in some buried part of you that you could feel it again. The wonderful high of getting lost in him, you had danced around the fire that he so rarely displayed and you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted to throw yourself in it. To revel in his heat and passion and intensity, to see him at his rawest, most bared form. He had shown you but a glimpse of what was the real Jungmoon that faithful night and you had only seen minuscule cracks in his armour since than. Still perhaps more than most but definitely less than what you wanted. He had allowed in during your most intense encounters with criminal world or when the two of you came across tragedies that corresponded with it. A touch here, a word there, a small gesture. Things that would go unnoticed by everybody else but you, you who was acutely aware of the man infront of you at all times. In fact this was one of the first times you were witnessing him act so open without any sense of urgency and empending peril. That alone would’ve been enough for you to kiss him, even if your own desires did not come into play.

You pecked him on the cheek. The gesture itself was so innocent and so completely unrelated to the heavy tension that was surrounding the air, cacooning that pair of you. It definitely wasn’t on the innocent side. Jungmoon felt it himself, he had been feeling it from the moment he had gotten you alone, ready to tend to his wounds. There was something so intimate and precious about the was you fussed over him that it bought out his own need for you. He reacted to every single word you spoke or movement you made, even if you couldn’t see it. He now knew what he felt for you, he had realised it from the day he had kissed you. He wanted you, and not just physically. He wanted all of you, every inch, every corner but above all else, he wanted your heart. Since that day, you were the primary focus of his thoughts. It was like you had spread over his mind like a haze, jumbling and repainting all of him with a shade of you. All of a sudden, he didn’t only want to know that truth about his past for himself, he wanted to know it for you. So he could protect you, even if it was from himself.

His messed up, uncertain past was the sole reason he had tried curbing this own sentiments for you. He had told himself not to make any moves until he knew who- or what he was for certain and eliminate any other threat that you faced either from him, because of him or because of the people still chasing you. All of that was thrown out of the window now. The moment you had touched him, bandaging his cut with such delicacy and care. He had known that restraint was a lost cause. He needed you now, and with the way things were going he wasn’t sure if he lost his chance with you now, he would ever get it again. Yes, he would have to reevaluate everything now that he was opening himself to you like this but it was a move he was ready to make.

From the second your lips had touched his skin, he was gone. For the first time in his life, he lost control of all rational thinking, wanting you above anything and everything else. This was why he couldn’t let you go, without tasting that forbidden fruit that tantalised him ever since he’d first tasted it. In the cell, during his restless nights on the stone benches of that desecrated church, during missions, when he was alone with you, when there were people with you, when you weren’t there, your lips and the feel of you in his arms taunted him, like a constant ache. Despite being labelled a psychopath, he had never truly felt mad until that kiss.

This time you kissed him first.

It wasn’t like the one you’d shared, that night or atleast not at first. You kissed him on the corner of his mouth before slanting forward and kissing him fully on the lips. It wasn’t just mindless passion, this time it was so much more. It was like crossing a bridge, between one realm to the other. There was uncertainty, fear and hesitation but there was also hope, thrill and a prevalent sense of giddiness. If things hadn’t changed before the certainly did now.

Jungmoon held you close, one arm encasing your waist tightly in between his legs while the other one on your back pressed you against him. Everything from his hold, to the way he kissed you made you weak in the knees. All you wanted to was collapse onto him and stay that way but you couldn’t, atleast not right now. You wanted to keep kissing him and then maybe get afew answers out of him.

Finally, after some failed attempts where Jungmoon chased after your lips again every time you tried to part, you managed to pull away. You don’t move away from him though, feeling too good for your own sake, contented in his hold.

“Now that I’ve um- kissed your pain away.” Your neck suddenly felt hot, saying it out loud. “I believe you have something to tell me.”

Jungmoon sighed, some of the tension you’d seen coming back on his face. His head came up to rest against your stomach. You’re heart lurched forward at the gesture, somehow it meant more than the kisses themselves. You ran your hand through his hair, just like you’d imagined so many times in your head. His hair was as soft as it looked. You hoped it gave him the comfort you wished to pass on. It was something your mother did often when she was alive and it never failed to make you feel loved.

“Un Cheol was ordered to kill me.” He spoke with his usual monotony but you could feel the strain in his voice, dancing along the edges. “His ex boss ordered him to kill me on someone’s request.”

“Whose request?” voice was barely above a whisper, you were in shock. Un Cheol was ordered to kill Jungmoon. You knew that Un Cheol was a convicted mobster and you’d seen his violent ways first hand but you also knew him to be a big old softie. More than that, you were sure he had a soft spot for Jungmoon.

“I don’t know.” He replied.

“But Un Cheol never tried to kill you did he?”

“No.” Jungmoon admitted, “he had plenty of chances...but he didn’t.”

“What about his boss?” You wouldn’t put it past him to try something. “Lee Do-Kwang, was it. What do we do about him.”

He looked up at you after hearing that, slightly shocked at how easily you had paired yourself up with him. Like it wasn’t just his problem anymore, it was yours. That pleased him more than he’s ever expected it to.

“Un Cheol managed to get him off my back, atleast for the time being. I’m not really sure if we’re really in the position to do something about it right now. I have to head back to the cell soon, so whatever we’ll do, we’ll do it after.”

You nodded, killing him wasn’t the best option anyways. Not only was he well protected and nearly impossible to access, he meant the world to Un Cheol. You didn’t even want imagine what he’d do if they took him out. You weren’t sure if just a soft spot would save them from his wrath. Not to mention that was Jung-moon back in prison there was nothing much you could do. The thought of him going back in jail alone left an unpleasant aftertaste in your mouth.

“I don’t see why they keep sending the three of you back in there.” You frowned deeply, it wasn’t fair to you. They risked their lives everyday and fought the worst of the worst only to be sent back in like it was nothing! It was hypocritical and pathetic. “You’ve just been injured, you need proper medical care not some dark hole in that containment centre.”

Jung-moon smiled alittle at that, your worry always had made him feel grateful but now it felt even better. For someone to care for him and worry about him, was something he wasn’t sure he’d ever feel again. He knew he had to address what had transpired soon but for now he could enjoy this moment and take it all in. He’d imprint your warmth in his head and his heart. Maybe that would help keep him warm in the coming days.

“You know why they do that.” The hand on your back slowly moving in circles. “ don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. Where will you be staying this time?”

“I’ll be with Gu-tak so I’ll be fine.” You smiled reassuringly. It wasn’t safe for you to be out on your own until the loan sharks that your dad had left you in his death were caught. You had survive a good while without anyone there to protect you but that was a risk they were now avoiding. There was no point in putting yourself in harms way.

“Be careful regardless, carry the dagger you’ve been given at all times.” Jung-moon warned you, wanting desperately to be with you. He didn’t doubt Gu-taks ability to protect you but he suspected he’d be on edge regardless until he was with you again. Such was the side affect of his newly labelled feelings for you.

“I will.” You promised, caressing his cheek with the thumb that had previously been playing with his hair.

“Good!” His eyes held lazy satisfaction when they fell on your lips once again before meeting your eyes.

He kissed you again, the final one until you met again.

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