+Na Jaemin sports / thriller AU+
WARNING// violence, abduction, cursing, cheating, murder, mentions of blood, weapons, blades
please don't read if you are sensitive to any of these things.
it's kinda istj mv core i fear
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Chenle sat on one of the beds in the nurse's office, with a clean scent of disinfectant hanging in the air. Andrea stood before him, her brow furrowed in concentration as she used a damp cloth to dab at the blood on his lip and cheek.
Her hands steady despite the delicate task at hand. When she applied the alcohol to clean his scars, the sharp, stinging sensation made Chenle wince, his fingers gripping the edge of the bed tightly. The burning sensation was almost unbearable, but he remained still, trusting her to patch him up.
As she worked, Chenle's eyes roamed over her face, noticing the purple bruises blossoming under her jaw and on her eyelid. The sight of her injuries caused a pang of guilt to twist in his chest. Andrea had been silent throughout the whole process, her lips pressed into a thin line. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, the weight of the silence pressing down on Chenle's shoulders.
He couldn't shake the worry that had come to his mind. Was she mad at him? The thought made his heart sink, and he frowned deeply, the crease between his brows growing more pronounced. Finally, unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, he broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Drea? Are you mad at me? I'm sorry," he said, his eyes looking for some sign of forgiveness in hers. He felt a deep sense of remorse, fearing that he was the cause of her pain and bruises. The thought of her suffering because of him was almost too much to bear.
Andrea looked at Chenle, her heart shattering as she took in the sight of his bruised and battered face. "I could never be mad at you," she said, her voice soft but steady, a reassuring smile spreading across her lips. She brushed a few strands of his hair back into place, the tenderness of the gesture contrasting sharply with the situation. "This is on me. I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop him before he got to you. He's trying to get to me by going through you guys, and I won't let that happen again, okay?" Her eyes, filled with determination, met his.
To Chenle, Andrea was more than just a friend; she was like an older sister, always watching out for him and Jisung. He remembered the promise she had made to them back in high school: "If someone lays a finger on you, I'll lay hands on them." She had always kept that promise, standing up for them time and time again. Despite her occasional anger issues, she rarely let herself get triggered unless it was to protect those she cared about.
As Andrea finished treating his wounds, the smell of antiseptic lingering in the air, she helped him stand up from the bed. "Aw man, you're taller than me again," she said with a playful grin, causing Chenle to giggle. The sound was a brief but welcome relief from the tension of the moment.
"Thank you, Drea," Chenle said, his voice filled with gratitude. He gave her a quick hug before heading back to tryouts, which had been delayed because of the fight. Andrea watched him go, her heart swelling with pride and worry. She hadn't even bothered to clean her own wounds, too focused on making sure Chenle was okay. Her own bruises and cuts could wait. Protecting her friends was always her top priority.
