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Jeongin stood on the turf, the fake grass feeling more distant as he looked down at Seungmin’s unconscious body. His hair was matted with the thick, ruby red of his blood as it began to run down his neck and stain his white jersey, the rain was beginning to pour more harshly but it was doing nothing to wash away the stains. It hit the turf with a steady hiss, but Jeongin couldn’t quite hear it over the static in his own head.
Seungmin hates blood.
That’s what Jeongin wanted to say, that was the only goddamn thought running in his mind as he watched the paramedics roll him onto his back and begin to load him onto the stretcher.
He hates blood. Get it off of him before he freaks out. Wipe it clean, act like it wasn’t there before he begins to panic.
But it wouldn’t quite matter if Jeongin yelled this. If the EMTS took the time to clean the blood rather than making sure Seungmin was alive. It wouldn’t matter if Seungmin would freak out, because he wouldn’t be able to react if he wasn’t waking up anyway.
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In which, Seungmin gets amnesia and has to build his entire life from scratch