[ The smaller ones don’t hurt, not really. But the burn, that one does. Hurts a lot, actually, and he hisses when Baby touches it, pulling his arm back. ]
[baby lets romance pull his arm away, his hand hovering in mid-air momentarily before he eventually lets it fall to his side. guess he maybe shouldn't have done that.]
A little, but like I said: it suits you.
[there's a pause, then he does a neat heel-turn, speaking over his shoulder briefly.] Wait here, [before he heads out of the kitchen, his motions determined, like he's almost on some sort of mission.]
it doesn't take him too long and when he returns, it's with a small medical kit in his hands. he sets it down on the counter, opens it up and begins rifling through its contents, holding up a small tube of burn cream once he's found it.]
Here, [he offers it, his expression a little stern.] Use this.
depending on timeline not like mystery will be using it 🥴
[his head tilts with consideration, eyebrows lifting, the hand not holding the tube reaching to take romance's wrist so he can pull his hand up. he presses the item into his palm, trying to keep his face straight.]
[if romance had fought him enough on it, he would've done it himself because he's just as stubborn, but once romance does take it, he withdraws, both hands moving to rest on his hips.]
You're welcome.
[romance could always act like he doesn't know what he's doing... if he really wants baby to doctor him up that badly.]
[that makes baby's eyes widen, his eyebrows lifting again, his hands shifting as he moves forward to pick the tube up. it's going to happen right now, even if he has to do it.]
Guess so. You in the mood for anything in particular?
[he reaches for romance's injured arm, turning it so he can see the burn better, uncapping the tube then squeezing some of the cream out onto his first two fingertips. he sets the container aside afterward, gripping romance's wrist so he can't jerk away or anything as he carefully swipes the cream over the burn.]
far cry from get on your knees while I fuck your throat, bitch 🤣
[despite his usual standoffish ways, even baby can sometimes be caring, especially when it comes to physical injuries. those he knows how to handle pretty well, given he's had plenty himself.
a thoughtful little hum passes his lips as he works over romance's arm.] I could really go for some kimbap right now. Maybe some japchae, too?
[the sting will eventually die down, but the brush of baby's fingers is slow, meticulous, almost like he's trying to linger for whatever reason. he does withdraw once he's finished though, wiping any excess off on his jeans before he moves to recap the tube and put it back in the box.]
[the look doesn't go unnoticed. baby tilts his head questioningly, wondering what exactly it is that is bothering romance, but he doesn't ask. instead, he plucks his phone out from his pocket and starts scrolling through the nearby restaurants for take-out options.]
Don't be silly, Ro. It's just take-out.
lmfsodfjk he'd be like 'romance is the wife in this relationship, dammit'
[he watches him for the moment, thumb idly tapping his phone screen, though following that remark, he doesn't resist smirking faintly and shaking his head.]
Terrible joke. [still made him smile, nevertheless, and he goes back to ordering their food afterward.]
Do you want something to drink? [ He's pretty sure he can handle that, at least. There's plenty of actual soda but there's also a solid amount of booze hanging around. ]
[of course he is, it's just particular moments where it hits better with baby.]
Sure. What have we got? [he's quickly finishing up the order, setting it for delivery and hitting ‘send’ before setting the phone aside. afterward, his arms tuck loosely across his chest, fingertips rubbing at his arms.]
[ He abandons his guard duty on the sink in favor of dropping to his knees to look through the cabinets, reaching deep inside, groping for the bottles he knows are there. Plenty of soju, and plenty of flavored vodka. Cherry, vanilla, blue raspberry, mango... Who bought all this shit? ]
[and that's when baby decides to sneak a peek, his head turning in the direction of the sink, his features briefly twisting at the sight. damn, that really is a mess, isn't it? it's fine, something for future baby and romance to worry about, not something to focus on right now. instead, he downturns then crouches beside him, considering what bottles they have in the cabinet.]
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It’s too much, isn’t it.
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A little, but like I said: it suits you.
[there's a pause, then he does a neat heel-turn, speaking over his shoulder briefly.] Wait here, [before he heads out of the kitchen, his motions determined, like he's almost on some sort of mission.]
lmfao romance like ……okay…….
[ poking burns hurts, Baby >( ]
… Alright.
[ he’ll just… wait here then ]
it's fine, he just has to go raid mystery's room—
(no, but really, that shit does hurt.)
it doesn't take him too long and when he returns, it's with a small medical kit in his hands. he sets it down on the counter, opens it up and begins rifling through its contents, holding up a small tube of burn cream once he's found it.]
Here, [he offers it, his expression a little stern.] Use this.
depending on timeline not like mystery will be using it 🥴
What is that?
ouch but also laughing at the idea that it could mean he's just in someone else's room 😏
It's burn cream. It'll help with the pain.
lmfao one is pain one is funny 🤣
[ He’ll take it, because it does sting. It’s been throbbing since it happened, actually, so maybe this will help.
Secretly though, he sort of wishes Baby had done it for him. ]
Thank you.
laughter is pain or something like that
You're welcome.
[romance could always act like he doesn't know what he's doing... if he really wants baby to doctor him up that badly.]
Something like that lmao
I suppose we’ll need takeout. This is hardly dinner.
[ souls or KFC, whichever. ]
good job, romance, you've activated caregiver mode
Guess so. You in the mood for anything in particular?
[he reaches for romance's injured arm, turning it so he can see the burn better, uncapping the tube then squeezing some of the cream out onto his first two fingertips. he sets the container aside afterward, gripping romance's wrist so he can't jerk away or anything as he carefully swipes the cream over the burn.]
far cry from get on your knees while I fuck your throat, bitch 🤣
Not exactly. Are you? [ He’s not soul starved or anything, but he’s more focused on Baby’s hand swiping over his reddened skin. ]
asdfghjkl multitalented okok 😌
a thoughtful little hum passes his lips as he works over romance's arm.] I could really go for some kimbap right now. Maybe some japchae, too?
a myriad of skills lmao
Mm, I could go for that. Both, actually.
rapper, caretaker, wife—
You wanna order or should I?
wifey vibes
You probably should. I might mess something up.
dare someone to call him a wife tbh
Don't be silly, Ro. It's just take-out.
lmfsodfjk he'd be like 'romance is the wife in this relationship, dammit'
It was...half a joke. [ But only half. ]
that's exactly what he would insist
Terrible joke. [still made him smile, nevertheless, and he goes back to ordering their food afterward.]
don't you look at him with those pretty eyes hdu
Do you want something to drink? [ He's pretty sure he can handle that, at least. There's plenty of actual soda but there's also a solid amount of booze hanging around. ]
he has no idea what you mean 😌
Sure. What have we got? [he's quickly finishing up the order, setting it for delivery and hitting ‘send’ before setting the phone aside. afterward, his arms tuck loosely across his chest, fingertips rubbing at his arms.]
uh huh
Take your pick. There's plenty.
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Blue raspberry sounds kinda good.