frankenstein complex ⇢ q.k | ✔

nine

That night, you were helping Ten and Kunhang prepare dinner again.

"Everything okay, Y/N?" Ten asked as the two of you shucked some corn.

"Yeah, fine," you answered shortly, tossing a corn husk onto the pile at your feet. "Why?"

"You seem a bit..."

"Off?" You guessed.

"Yeah."

"That's what the Professor said earlier."

"Something happen with the captain?" Kunhang questioned from where he was chopping up ingredients with a pocketknife and plastic container as his cutting board.

You pressed your lips together in a line before replying. "I don't know. Why are you asking?"

"He uh, he said he was going to join you on your walk this morning. And then came back alone."

"We had an argument, I guess. It was about nothing."

"Y/N—"

"No, seriously, it wasn't anything of substance." You huffed, grabbing your next cob. "I asked him why he wanted to walk with me, he refused to answer. That's it."

There was an odd pause, and you turned your gaze up to see the other two exchanging a look.

Ten spoke next, "Well I'm sure being stuck in the ag bubble with the Professor all day wasn't fun either."

"The Professor wasn't the problem. Sucked being put in timeout. Rightfully so, but it still sucked." You had finished with your ears of corn, and took them over to Kunhang's makeshift station.

"So you saved him from getting concussed by falling ceiling with no concern for your own safety, big deal," Kunhang scoffed, gesturing wildly with both hands as he talked. "If you ask me, that kind of instinct is a good thing. Bit hypocritical for the captain to be punishing you for it anyway."

Ten watched Kunhang waving the knife around warily. "Careful with that thing, Wong, you're gonna—"

As Ten was talking, Kunhang had tried to spin the knife around his finger by the handle, but you knew it wasn't going to be successful, grabbing the spinning blade before it could take his finger off. And before you even realized what you were doing. The action registered in your mind at the same time the sharp edge cutting open your palm did, and you let out a yip of surprise and pain, dropping the knife to the ground.

"—take someone's eye out." Ten finished his sentence almost absentmindedly, staring at you with wide eyes.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck—" Kunhang cursed as you all watched blood well up in your hand from the cut. "Captain Qian's going to kill me."

"Well don't just stare, go get Xiao!" Ten scolded his teammate, getting to his feet. "Or—fuck! ZEN! Where's Xiao? Tell him to get over here!"

"Shit, Y/N!" Kunhang was scrambling around for something. "God damn it! Don't we have paper towels or something?"

"What the hell is going on out here?" Kun emerged from his tent, annoyed gaze quickly flitting over all three of you before zeroing in on your hand and turning hard. He made it over to you in three quick strides, taking your hand by your fingertips to avoid where your blood had started to drip down your forearm to your elbow.

He looked down at the ground, and saw the knife at your feet glinting in the firelight. "What happened?"

Ten took the lead, "Wong was—"

When the captain immediately turned on him, Kunhang quickly jumped to defend himself.

"No, no, listen, I didn't—Okay, yes, I probably shouldn't have been trying out tricks with the knife, but Y/N just grabbed it. I didn't do this to her," he pleaded with Kun, then look at you desperately. "Y/N, tell him, come on."