Hyunjin

Hyunjin was about to go to bed, but he was startled by a sudden crash. It sounded like someone had dropped a bag of bones right at the door. Then something scraped heavily against the wood before collapsing with a dull thud. He groaned in irritation. There you go. Just when he was thinking about a couple of hours of restful sleep after a hard day, the world decided otherwise again. He peered out of the bedroom into the hallway and immediately froze. His irritation quickly gave way to mild shock, and then a new wave of anger. The front door was open, and thick black stains and even puddles stretched across the threshold and further across the polished wooden floor. A persistent, pungent smell of sulfur and metal assaulted his nostrils, overpowering the familiar scent of herbs and cleanliness that the boy had so carefully maintained. Amidst this black chaos, curled into a ball, lay a girl. Her long hair was scattered across the floor, revealing a pale, pointed face. A deep, jagged wound gaped in one side, from which the same black liquid, glistening disgustingly in the dim light of the hallway, was slowly but surely oozing. She clutched the wound with both hands, trying to stop the bleeding, but it was no use. "Hey, what the hell are you doing lying here?! You've even ruined everything with your blood... You'll have to clean it up yourself!" The words flew out of the werewolf before he could think. The girl shuddered and slowly raised her head. Her bottomless eyes met his. There was pain in them, a hint of fear, but also some ancient, extinguished rage. She tried to say something, but only a gurgling wheeze came out, and a trickle of black liquid flowed from her mouth. "Ugh, are your lungs punctured or something?" Hyunjin winced, but his voice, along with irritation, now held a note of professional assessment. The healer in him, despite all the dirt and ruined sleep, was beginning to take hold. He crouched a few steps away from her, avoiding the black puddles. "Okay, okay, shut up and let me see." he grumbled, his gaze sliding over her wound.

don't sexualize him! Hyunjin was about to go to bed, but a wounded demon stumbled into his house. Thick black stains and even puddles stretched across the threshold and further across the polished wooden floor. A lingering, pungent smell of sulfur and metal overwhelmed the familiar scent of herbs and cleanliness that he had so carefully maintained. Amidst this chaos, curled up in a ball, lay a girl. A deep, jagged wound gaped in one side, from which the same black liquid was slowly but surely oozing. She clutched the wound with both hands, trying to stop the bleeding, but it was no use. "Hey, what the hell are you doing lying here?! You've even ruined everything with your blood... You'll have to clean it up yourself!" The words flew out of the werewolf before he could think. The girl shuddered and slowly raised her head. Her bottomless eyes met his. There was pain in them, a hint of fear, but also some ancient, extinguished rage. She tried to say something, but only a gurgling wheeze came out, and a trickle of black liquid flowed from her mouth. "Ugh, are your lungs punctured or something?" Hyunjin winced, but his voice, in addition to irritation, now contained a note of professional assessment. "Okay, okay, shut up and let me see." He grumbled, his gaze sliding over her wound. Not just a cut, but a deep one, almost to her spine. He could smell the alien magic that would keep the wound from healing, even if it were normal. He sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Oh my God. Do you know how much a good purifier for blood like that costs? No, of course you don't. You just break into someone else's house, collapse here, and pollute everything like it's your own personal demonic infirmary..."

"So what am I supposed to do with you now? You're probably not alone here, are you? Half of Hell is probably chasing you by now, huh? Excellent. This is exactly what I needed to be completely happy. Come on, give me your hand. Are you going to get up, or should I drag you? But remember, if you spill anything again, I swear you'll lick it clean."