But, What If... (YoonbumXReader)

Chapter Two

~your pov~

'Nonononononono, quick! QuICK!' you thought as you rummaged through the cabinet trying to find the first aid kit whilst also filling a bowl with warm water.

After successfully finding the kit, you grabbed it and the water and ran back to the room where you left him.

Gently, you kicked the door open and placed the things on the bedside table then turned to him to find he had passed out again.

Taking his hand in yours, you turned his wrist around to find it still dripping with blood.
'what happened to you?' you questioned.
You placed a convenient towel you had used to cover him under his arm so that no more blood stained the bed.

Picking at the old bandaging, it began to unravel. Now, clear to see, was self inflicted wounds all the way up his arm.

You opened the first aid kit and grabbed some cotton swabs and alcohol. Carefully, you swabbed the alcohol on to his wounds 'thank god he's asleep for this part' you thought as you cringed at the burning sensation that would always come with the alcohol.

After successfully disinfecting and stopping the bleeding, you grabbed another swab and submerged it in water. You cleaned all the old blood off his arm.
Making sure, you looked over him to see if there was anymore. There was a smug on his face, probably from touching his face in shock.

You reached over to clean it off.

~small Yoonbum pov~

There was a warm sensation on my face 'w-whats going on?'

~your pov again~

As you were cleaning his face, his eyes began to open and he bolted upright, knocking you off the bed.

"Wh-whats going on?! Where am I?!?" he shrieked whilst trying to back away, only to catch his arm on something.
He hissed in pain and grabbed his arm and held it close to his chest.

You stood up off the floor and slowly sat back onto the bed. "Here," you held out your hand gesturing for him to give you his arm, "I found you passed out outside a supermarket, so I brought you home."
He cautiously looked at your hand before warily placing his hand in yours. You start wrapping fresh bandages around his arm. He looked kinda guilty, but there was something else in his eyes. Scratch that. There was nothing in his eyes, they looked lifeless, dead inside.

Without noticing it, your eyes started to well up. You finished tying the bandages and wiped a stray tear that managed to escape.

You handed him the glass of water that you had previously brought for him. He didn't take it.
"I'm (y/n), what's your name?" you asked, placing the water back down. He didn't answer, he just looked away. "Is there someone I could call to let them know your safe?" you could visibly see a lump in his throat form as his frown deepened and he slightly shook his head.