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Oliver never liked changing his bandages. He didn't like the person he was when there wasn't anything covering him, didn't like the feeling of it all uncovered. People treated him poorly for his scars, he treated him poorly for his scars. He didn't want to be reminded of them.

A cotton ball grazed his skin, just barely reaching a place where the nerves hadn't been damaged, where it brought a stinging sensation that made him flinch. Flower was always careful with him, they made sure Oliver wouldn't get hurt and that he'd stay in a safe mental space. They knew how these times made him feel, they knew how to keep him together. Oliver felt as though he'd been blessed having someone so caring in his life, but even with all the support, he tried to avoid anything related to the events that'd hurt him and the damage they'd done.

"Just a little longer, bub. Just a little longer." Flower pushed up on his face, trying to properly clean up the boy.

The black, weirdly-textured liquid continued to leak more and more as they cleaned. It felt kind of pointless, cleaning up when it just continued to get messier and messier, but they preferred not to take any chances. The liquid seemed to corrode the things it touched, and Flower wasn't in the mood to deal with a crying Oliver and messed up anything he leaked onto. Cleaning it as it came was easier. Cost less, too.

Soon, Fukase and Piko would be home, they'd gone to fill Oliver's prescription and buy dinner. The two both awaited their return, it'd been a while since—

A yelp of pain escaped Oliver's lips. Flower quickly stopped what they were doing, surprised by the yell. They grabbed the boy's hand, worry coursing through their mind. "Li? What happened?"

Tears started running down Oliver's cheeks, his voice was shaky, and swallowing down cries was a bit of a task. "Hurts, Flo" He was pulled in for a hug, Flower hoped she wouldn't get burned from the boy's face buried in her neck. They've seen the scars it leaves.

"What's hurting you, love?"

"'t stings" though they weren't sure what he'd said (his accent seemed thicker when he was stressed, and his words were muffled by his face being in their neck), Flower could still hear the pout in the way he spoke.

"Is it the antiseptic, or something else?"

"dunno"

"Does it still hurt?"

Oliver nodded his head, it did still hurt and it hurt very much. He didn’t like when it hurt. Flower gently pet his hair.

"Will you let me clean it?"

The face smashed into their neck moved, it's not like he can just stay no, it needs to be cleaned whether Oliver likes it or not. As Flower moved to wipe the liquid off his face, Oliver flinched away. "Oli, don't move." the boy whined, he wanted this all to be over. A cotton ball was pushed into the empty eye socket, Flower thought it'd soak up the liquid before it leaked out.

"Just breathe bub, it'll stop soon" It felt like a lie, they didn't know when it'd stop, or if it even would stop. They didn’t want to drive him to the hospital for this again, not even a month had passed since the last time, it felt as though they were reassuring themself as much as they were reassuring Oliver.

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A disappointed sigh left the man’s lips as he carefully closed the door. Jaehyung had learned not to be scared by that sigh, not to let it get him anxious. He knew not to cower under the strong gaze that he received as the man’s eyes met his. He knew the man wouldn’t hurt him, that all he’d do was help, that the man loved jaehyung with every bit of his body. His pounding heart clearly wasn’t on the same page as jae, the breaths he started to take in quicker and quicker,

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younghyun’s hand moved up to his head, a fluffy pair of cat ears resting atop. he was used to it, having the soft ears enhancing his looks, but it always managed to give him a new emotion, a different feeling each time he played with the fur. his tail was resting comfortably between his legs, occasionally tickling him. there were times where his friends would play with it, amazed by the soft feeling.

the shirt hung off his shoulders, comfortable oversized and his favorite shirt to mindlessly wear when he spent days lazing around his home. whilst outside, he wouldn’t wear things like this. younghyun would prefer to wear something fitted to his body, a t-shirt and pants that hugged his legs, but in his home he enjoyed just throwing something on, maybe even laying around unclothed.

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he was sucked into the darkness, i tried to help him but i couldn't. his hands were torn away from mine, no matter how badly i wanted him to stay, how much it would hurt to lose him, i couldn’t stop him from falling apart.