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The house is quiet, too quiet, when Nam-Gyu finally returns home from his late shift at the club. The bar was busy that night, being the weekend and some new band coming to town for their first concert, making Nam-Gyu required to stay at work for longer than usual. It sucked, but the pay was worth it. Nam-Gyu got busy, unable to text his boyfriend Su-Bong a notice that he was staying late. Nam-Gyu felt bad, but he didn't really have a choise but to help his coworkers with customers, unless he wanted to get yelled at by the whole team, again.
So, as soon as Nam-Gyu finally got off work, he returned to his and Su-Bongs shared apartment.
The door opens with a clink, Nam-Gyu calls out for his lover, already apologizing for being late when he finally realizes the silence looming in the dark apartment.
His eyes narrow, thinking maybe Su-Bong just crashed early, and is already sleeping. Nam-Gyu just sets his bag down, kicking his shoes off before walking further into the apartment, flicking on the kitchen light. Still, something feels off.
Nam-Gyu sighs quietly, a hint of worry gnawing at him as he walks toward the bedroom, peeking his head in to look for Su-Bong. No one?
"Su-Bong? Are you home?" Nam-Gyu calls out, suspicious of his boyfriends whereabouts.
Finally, a small shuffle is heard from the bathroom. Nam-Gyu sighs in relief, moving to the bathroom door.
He pushes the handle down and opens the door, his eyes suddenly widening as he sees the situation.
There is Su-Bong, leaned over the sink, desperately trying to clean the blood off of himself and cover his arms. His hair is messed up, face soaked with tears.
"Oh, Su-Bong.. Are- are you okay?" Nam-Gyu hesitates before speaking, stepping into the bathroom.
"No, stop that. Let me help." He instructs softly, trying to stop Su-Bong from being so harsh on the fresh wounds.
Su-Bong just sniffles, trying to keep the tears from escaping his blue eyes. He hangs his head low, not wanting Nam-Gyu to see him suffering.
"Im sorry, Nam-Su. I, i thought, maybe you weren't coming back." Su-Bong finally admits, his voice low, embarassed to be seen so weak.
Nam-Gyu freezes, his hands dropping from working on Su-Bongs arms, instead wrapping around the man. Pulling him in for a close hug, not minding if his shirt gets stained with his lovers blood.
Nam-Gyu's hands grip Su-Bong's thin t-shirt, holding him close. "No, love, I'd never leave you, you know that." Nam-Gyu speaks quietly, yet firmly, wanting Su-Bong to hear and understand every word he speaks.
"I had to stay at work late, i should've texted. I'm so sorry." Nam-Gyu apologizes, squeezing Su-Bong tightly before pulling back.
Su-Bong seems to calm down slightly, his shoulders falling as he relaxes. Nam-Gyu locks eyes with the taller man. Gently placing his hands on both sides of Su-Bongs cheeks, pressing his lips against the others in a soft, gentle kiss.
Su-Bong mumbles out another apology, quickly being cut off by Nam-Gyu. "Don't. I'm not mad, i love you. Let me help you clean up." He reassured, giving Su-Bong another small peck on the lips before pulling back to go back to work.
Nam-Gyu gently cleans up Su-Bongs wounds, not flinching at the red blood, nor the gaping cuts along his forearms. He stays quiet, occasionally glancing back up at Su-Bongs blank eyes. Nam-Gyu knows not to judge, he knows what Su-Bong feels and is going through, Nam-Gyu just wants to help.
"Thank you." Su-Bong whispers as Nam-Gyu finally finishes up, the stinging of his arms being forgotten by the presence of his lover.
"I'm not leaving you, Su-Bong. Not now, not ever." Nam-Gyu confirms once again, pulling Su-Bong close for another kiss.