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@▴ christopher bang As the door opened, his eyes widened the best they could, trying to make out at least the outline of a face. His nose twitched at the scent, finding it more than familiar, though the voice ended up giving it away, putting a face in his mind despite his blurred vision. 'Back pocket,' he muttered with a throaty cough, doing what he could to shift around, pain raking through his entire being; it made him want to vomit, feeling each joint ache. 'No I'm losing blood,' he hissed lowly, forever finding the worst times for his sarcasm to come out. Taehyun found himself arching up when he messed with the wounded area, growling deep within his throat, '// - I'd prefer the bleeding out right now!'

Pressing his head back into the ground, he squeezed his eyes shut, doing his best to ignore what felt like his very soul clawing it's way out of his body. He could feel himself slipping in and out of consciousness but he managed to use his other arm to pull his phone out, holding it over to the male; he kind of didn't even realize if he was holding it the right direction or not. The raven bit into his swollen lip until his sharp teeth sank into the skin, digging his heels into the ground. 'Just ing knock me out,' his tone was shaky but he wasn't good with pain, he never had been, but he also wasn't too keen on being in such a state before someone else.

Regardless of the fact he was bleeding out and honestly ready to let go, part of his mind wanted him to crawl away and hide from embarrassment.

@▿ nam taehyun a silver line of hot breath fades into thin air as chris walks through the narrow streets of the less lively parts of town in order to get out for the night. to have some fun, make some friends, accquaintances - after all, he was quite sociable. and to be honest, chris had also always been a magnet for social contacts. he just has that talent, he's quite much of a popular guy. however, he's not like those popular guys you meet in highschool, and that's something that should show once again that certain night.
His steps are slow, soles shuffling over wet concrete as me makes his way through the streets. his hands are hidden in the insides of the pockets, and he raises his shoulder a little to hide his neck in the collar of his black coat. he doesn't think about too much, not at first at least. as he gets closer to the busier parts of town, chris gets a little euphoric at the sounds of music playing from stores or bars, people laughing. oh, what he'd give for someone to be with him right now.

a wooden door creaks, the old material wavering upon whatever had hit it. chris flinches back at the unexpected sound. he stands still, holding his breath for a few moments. dark orbs eye the suspicious door closely now, for five, eight, thirteen seconds before his heart calms down just enough for him to gather enough courage to check. he raises his head as he eyes the door up and down. his breath hitches as he hears sounds. sounds that he knew too well from ork - sounds of someone or something suffocating. he gulps heavily, eyes snapping open. actually, the wisest thing he could do now is to call the police, in case someone or something dangerous was in there. and that's what he does. he runs a few steps ahead, his hand shaking from nervosity as he fumbles for his phone in his pockets. just as he's about to set the call, he runs out of battery. "", he curses to himself, clenching a fist before letting the phone drop back into his pocket, biting his tongue as he thinks of what to do. he lets his hands run through his hair. however the sudden loud scream makes him snap out of his fear. at this point, adrenaline clouds his mind enough for throwing himself into a situation like this.

he kicks the door open, wood splintering almost as it's shown in action movies. he gasps out loudly, shock visible in his face. his skin turns white, and his vision turns black for a moment at the sight in front of him. "oh my-" he can't bring out proper words, he can only run towards the badly wounded man. there's blood, a lot of blood. his stomach makes twists and turns as he leans down to pull the rag out of the male's mouth. as he pulls away, his eyes widen only more as he realizes who the man in front of him is. "mr. nam?", he speaks, pulling his hands back briefly. "what happened to you?"

chris thinks. overthinks. at this point he's not even thinking anymore, his brian is overheating like an engine, crashing like a computer. "do you have a phone with you?" is all he can bring out now, and he tries his very best to stay calm. honestly, who wouldn't have lost a little bit of their sanity in a situation like this? "i'll help you, but it won't be very pleasant if you don't let me", he explains in a low tone. "you're loosing blood. whatever you're doing now, you better not pass out. this is gonna hurt, but-" he looks around for some kind of fabric he could use to press on the potentially worst cut, one he had on his arm. he ends up shaking his coat off, raising his sweat shirt to rip at the t-shirt he's wearing underneath, wildly, but eventually he manages to rip the piece of fabric off. he doesn't hesitate and leans down to press the fabric on the wound, hissing silently. "i'm sorry, but we can't let you bleed out like that..."

mr. nam, or, taehyun, had been a patient chris used to meet in the hall of the hospital where chris works. he's one to come in and out occasionally, and they hadn't talked much yet. it was even more shocking to see him in this state.

@▴ christopher bang It was supposed to be a simple meeting, one to prove to his father that he had survived his cruel attempt to get rid of him- in his own opinion, he had grown pretty well on his own. However, he didn't expect his greeting to turn into him being punched in the face or anything that seemed to follow. He couldn't keep up being surrounded by five men and being dragged out back; he was aware of the pain that gripped his body; the broken bones; the blood draining from his veins; he could feel himself losing the ability to fight back. It didn't help that he was a rather thin male with not much to work with. As he was thrown to the filthy ground of the new location he couldn't make out, the raven was left to listen to his own father curse his existence like he'd been some demon that clawed it's way up from the ground. A rag was shoved in his mouth and his wrists were being tied as he could faintly hear the last words over his heart raging in his ears; 'Hopefully this time you won't come back.'

Despite his years of freedom, his anger issues towards the man, and his distaste for anything family related, he still shed what tears he could; he wasn't aware the man could break him further with such simple words. Taehyun watched the blurry figures leave and debated laying there and letting the world finally take him- but, he couldn't give anyone that satisfaction. Small sounds came from him, whimpers at best as he tried to squirm around, attempting to knock something over with his legs- he was successful in kicking over some brooms, but he doubted anyone would have heard that. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to yell around the rag, though he wasn't aware of just how loud he was. Silently, he prayed to whatever was listening to get him out of this situation.