▶Summoned [Yoonmin]

47

I'm so happy people got the reference for Yoongi's name last chapter.

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He clutched at his arm as he leaned against a wall. Blood trickling down his fingertips and dripping onto the pavement. "Shit..." He cursed with a growl.

He shouldn't have gotten into the fight with Sangmin... Why did he stay with Sangmin? Because he needed to survive... He couldn't live on the streets alone... And like hell, he'd ever go back home to his wretch of a mother. Or his older brother... He ran away for a reason.

He was nineteen now... But that still made Sangmin twenty-one and a slight upper-hand because he was a crafty son of a bitch.  

"Oh, my gods- Are you okay?" A stranger asked running up to him. "That cut is pretty deep. I think it needs stitches." The stranger hummed. 

He sent a glare to the stranger as if to say 'No shit Sherlock'. 

The stranger pouted for a moment. "What's your name?" 

"Yeon." Was all he said. 

The stranger tilted his head. "That's a surname. What's your full name?" 

"People call me Yeon. That's all you need to know." He growled applying more pressure to his wound. 

"Okay, Mr. Yeon..." The stranger hummed. "Maybe I can take you back to my clinic and fix you up! My name is Pak Minjae by the way!" 

"Don't care kid," Yeon muttered as he dabbed the blood from his hands on his pants. 

Minjae bit the inside of his cheek. What a stubborn patient. "If you keep up like that you are going to lose a lot of blood. There are quite a few arteries in your arm. That cut is pretty deep." He repeated. 

Yeon sighed and begrudgingly followed the other male to his clinic. Where he sat down on a chair and placed his arm on a table, not really paying attention to anything in the room. 

Minjae hummed a small tune as he prepared the area. He had a focused expression on his face as he sutured the wound. Cutting the synthetic thread after each stitch, using a simple interrupted stitch. 

Yeon watched him work, trying to be as still as possible. Anyone could tell how much the medic loved his work just by how carefully he did each stitch. How he worked with a serious expression and didn't talk, his undivided attention on treating Yeon's wound. 

Minjae hummed with a smile as he cleaned the excess blood off of Yeon's skin. "All done!" He chirped. 

"Ki-min..." Yeon muttered. 

"Uh... what?" Minjae asked looking back at the male. 

"Yeon Ki-min," Yeon said. "That's my name..." 

Minjae smiled. "Does that mean I can call you Kimin?" He chuckled. 

"No. I don't like being called that." Yeon hummed looking away from Minjae. 

Minjae tilted his head. "Why not?" 

"My mother named me Kimin... But Yeon was my dad's surname." Yeon hummed. 

Minjae gave a small nod. "How did you get this injury." He asked.

Yeon gave a shrug. "Got in a fight..." 

Minjae hummed back. "Well. Feel free to come back anytime. Night or day rain or shine." 

"I'll be sure to test that," Yeon said as he walked away from the clinic.