"No, get out. Go somewhere else."
The tone in his voice, though foreign to his ears, was the one Jung Taekwoon had come up to be accustomed to using when it came to the man named Ravi. Bleeding from new wounds, scratches that adorned his body, and a plethora of bruises of all colors painted across every inch of him as if they were meant to be there like an artist would add stars to a midnight sky.
Taekwoon couldn't bother to act surprised, no less when the man kept showing up most days of the week for the past month. The routine hadn't really changed aside from Ravi's newfound insistence that he go out with him. To which he simply refused each time.
His refusal wasn't at all due to preferences or that Ravi wasnt his type. As a matter of fact, if it werent for Ravis nightly transgressions Taekwoon wouldve considered giving the man a chance. He was gorgeous in every aspect. The scars that sat comfortably on the endless bronze skin, littered with tattoos of roses and traditional art; gave him a rugged look that made him all the more alluring to Taekwoon. It would be a lie to say he didnt fantasise some days about running his fingers across the wild chocolate hair atop the others head. To remember every dip and curve of his features. Neck and abdomen that homed ripped muscle and many more tattoos. He wanted to taste the small of his mouth, get lost in the tangle of breaths between them and make a home in his twinkling fox-like eyes.
He made him want to lose all rationality and give in to the primal desires his body seemed to be awakening to or rather finally being aware- not that he was experienced as he still was a virgin. He wasn't really egging to lose it. More like his studies and work kept him busy from wanting any type of relationship thus having little knowledge in all things physical contact and feelings.
But somehow Ravi made him very aware of the facts, his wanton desire for closeness and the kind of pleasure his left hand couldn't supply.
All in all Ravi was forbidden, he was the kind of guy that after playing with his food would throw it away and Taekwoon refused to become another statistic in his handbook of one night stands. No matter how many times the sexy, raspy voice of his would taste his name in invitation, Taekwoon abhorred the idea of being hurt when most nights he secretly wished to have Ravi back in the small office, adorned with more wounds for him to treat. A selfish hypocrite, he was.
"Don't be like that, Woonie..."
Ravi grunted out, his cocky expression melting into something Taekwoon couldn't quite figure out. Shivers ran rampant down his spine, a bundle of nerves wiggling about in the lowest parts of his body.A part of Taekwoon hated the nickname Ravi had the pleasure of giving him, completely disregarding Doctor/Patient formality. Though the selfish side of him loved the way he called him, the dip of his voice in his pronunciation and how the small pouty lips puckered as if they were meant to utter his name.
He hated himself to hell and back.
Taekwoon knew the reason Ravi resembled a punching bag most nights, he had been the one to catch him unconscious behind the building between two trash bins. At first he believed he'd been mugged despite the rugged bloody skin of his knuckles that he tended to so carefully as to not cause him any further pain. Ravi had woken up and upon questioning dismissed the man claiming to be caught up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Taekwoon as gullible as ever believed him. That is until his visits came more frequently and the skin on his hands remained the same. Ravi was either a thug working for some type of gang or a street fighter.
It wasn't uncommon in their neighborhood and Taekwoon had the displeasure of patching up more of the men who deliberately went looking for fights with gunshot wounds and knives sticking from their sides or legs than simply treating sick people, mothers, and children alike.
Sighing away his minds turmoil he gestured for Ravi to follow him to the familiar room where the man had sat in as Taekwoon tended him. A few of his nurses cast worried looks at him as he walked by, they didnt trust the demographic the small care center attracted but most of all they feared Ravi. And with good reason. Regardless, Taekwoon knew he'd never hurt him deliberately.
Ravi locked the door behind them, quickly shuffling to the bed furthest from it. His usual spot.
"Clothes off," Taekwoon uttered absentmindedly as he rummaged through a shelf of gauzes and medical equipment.
"Take a guy out to dinner first will you," warmth crept up Taekwoon's neck clearly still not used to Ravi's playful nature. He cleared his throat and avoided the others eyes as he quickly went for the closest body part. His mind shut off everything in the room the wounds being his only concern.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, with only the sound of Ravi's ragged breaths and grunts whenever Taekwoon touched a wound with disinfectant and After carefully patching and cleaning the man, Ravi spoke.
"Have you given it a thought?"
Taekwoon stopped amidst the process of putting everything back into a box and cocked his head in question.
'Cute'
Ravi thought as he took the sight of Taekwoon. Shaggy black hair standing up in odd places that framed his full face down to his plump cheekbones. A few strands littered atop his feline like eyes. His round nose fell downturned in a cute way followed by a heart shaped mouth full of rosy plump lips. The man was beautiful in a sense that his femininity danced along with the side that was pure male and power. Slender legs fit for a dancer stretched out long, held up by a long torso of taut muscle or what he believed to be by observing the elder. Gods how he wanted to ravish him right there. To hear the man call out his name in that airy silky voice of his that sounded like whispers. To map his body carefully with wet trails from his mouth and mark his creamy skin for the world to see.
Though, he knew that with his Woonie he had to be patient. He was like a hamster, you needed to gain their trust or they bite. Although he wouldn't mind if Taekwoon actually bit him.
"You going out with me, I was serious the last seven times I asked too," His lips held a small smile as he accommodated in the bed, feeling sleep tug at his exhausted body.
"Surely there are others who are willing to take you up on that offer," Taekwoon uttered gently as if he'd rehearsed the words in his head for the longest time which made Ravi all the more amused.
He sat up again, sleep but all forgotten, getting closer to Taekwoon who's hands still organized the kit propped up on the foot of the bed.
"You're right on that," Ravi began saying quickly noticing the barely there disappointment and the way Taekwoon briskly put everything away. But before he had a chance to walk away from the bed Ravi had the elder's chin between his fingers, forcing him to look at Ravi who's demeanor had gone completely serious.
"But I only want you." He added breathily.
The cold demeanor of the elder being replaced with utter surprise and the unmistakable trace of a flush forming at his ears that quickly shifted to litter his cheeks. For the first time in what Ravi had come to know the man he experienced victoriously Taekwoon's cold impenetrable walls, falling. Ravi made a note of remembering the flutter of the others eyelashes as he tried his best to look away from the pair of lips, inches away from his own and the way his Adams apple bobbed. A small victory that spelled hope to his endeavors.
But Ravi knew when to ease back and not push so much, it would frighten the young doctor and earn him a few smacks upside the head.
His eyes never left the others who was still frozen in place when Ravi leaned back on the bed. He cleared his throat seemingly breaking the mans trance to stare at him, unblinking.
"So?" He egged on
Taekwoon seemed to regain his composure. Finally walking away to place the box on a shelve and to throw out the used gauzes and cotton swabs. He didn't know why he didn't outright refuse the man, maybe it was the daze he seemed to find himself in as the melted chocolate gaze of the other followed his every move. Tantalizing him from head to toe. Maybe it was the raspiness of the voice and how hesitance wasn't a part of it.
Or maybe he was going insane.
"I don't particularly enjoy having my date look like a punching bag," Taekwoon mused airily. The man on the bed chuckling lowly.
"Say the word and the bruises and cuts disappear."
Taekwoon had to hold in a sarcastic laugh, finding it hard to believe Ravi would stop fighting or doing whatever it was that landed him in his bed most days. He made a note to ask him about the line of work Ravi seemed to work in before speaking again,
"You wouldn't last a week without dragging your body back here."
"Bet, I don't fight for a week and you go out with me.
"What if you lose?" His eyebrows drew back, eyes landing on fox like ones that held all the seriousness of the world. Ravi spoke.
"I rarely do but I'll stop bothering you."
"Deal."
Taekwoon didn't understand what possessed him to accept the deal, nor why his heart pulled deep in his chest knowing that if Ravi lost he would never see him. Regardless of his desires he enjoyed Ravi's company. The younger man was all but courteous and respectful of his boundaries. He often listened more to Taekwoon than he talked, only speaking the most on days Taekwoon himself was out of it. They complemented each other as much as he didn't want to admit it.
But even if he wanted to change the terms of their deal Ravi had already fallen asleep and his bed resumed to be spotless the next morning. As if no one had been there at all.