#bihan mk1

[monstergoat]

Extra: Silly vampire doodles 🦇🩸

LOVE THESE SKINS SO MUCH AAA!! ❤️

I'm too lazy to draw clothes, hope you don't mind! 🫶☺️ Enjoy them!

[adyrrsysy]

A normal day in MK.

Idk I just imagine Liu Kang as your grandpa trying to understand the cellphone and in some way he still fail. And Johnny don’t have so much patience.

I’m lazy coloring srry

[blurredpurplemint]

(found this on tumblr and i can’t stop laughing 😭😭😭😭 thanks @katshinigami cuz it made me come up with this:)

kung lao: i think i’m finally getting what you see in him now.

you: ?

kung lao: bi-han. his breasts… they’re huge.

you: OMG ARENT THEY??

kung lao: i mean, what type of training is he engaged in… what kind of milk does he drink…

you: they’re standing there like they’re just asking to be fondled!

kung lao: i need to learn his secret.

you: oh and to abuse them, makin sweet tasty yogurt 🙌😮‍💨

kung lao: honestly… he can breastfeed me.

you: heyyy ☹️ they’re mine, i saw them first!!

kung lao: hey, they come in a pair…

you: i take the one on the right~ 🌝

kung lao: and me the one on the left~ 🌚

bi-han passing by, *traumatized*: talk about a monastery… i’m never setting a foot here ever again.

[mentomoryart]

im curious when he'll notice that it's not even a smoothie

original:

[koisuko]

Its canon that bi han is mean to everyone now imagine he starts liking reader and is usually mean to her but now that he has a crush on her he flirtingly teases her and kuai or johnny witnesses the scene as is like " what was that.." bi hans like what??? And they're like "dude your totally flirted with her??"

Weee I love soft Bihan, doing a headcanon sort of style if that’s ok! (Even though I usually like the small text, gonna use the normal text for this one)

Tw: soft Bi-han, fem reader, no use of y/n

Despite Bi-han’s demeaning nature, you actually loved to be around him. Something about him just seemed so, gentle. Anyone would look at you as if you grew a second head if you told them this.

It took a while, of course, to get him to actually enjoy your presence; not that you knew this. You were pretty oblivious to his advances, assuming it was just his blunt nature making your heart race. The only sign you actually picked up on, was that he stopped forcing you to leave. You thought he just tolerated you, much like his brother Tomas, but it was more than that.

You had just finished a vigorous training session, beads of sweat formed at your brow. With a huff, you stood to wipe your forehead with the back of your hand. Just as you thought to go relax, have some tea, the sound of approaching footsteps caught your attention. None other than Bi-han himself, walking alongside his brother Kuai Liang. Presumably, they had come here to speak with Liu Kang.

Despite the reasoning for their visit, you walked over with a skip in your step and smiling from ear to ear. “Bi-han!” You called out, a bright eyed grin on your face. A barely noticeable shift occurred in him, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly, and his eyes softened subtly. What didn’t go unnoticed, was the pace he took when approaching you. Kuai Liang’s keen eye observed Bi-Hans stride become quicker and wider. He was rushing to greet you.

The two of you stood looking at each other for a moment, before your gaze averted to the floor. His eyes were intense, and not as frozen as they used to be. “W-what brings you here?” You asked, more so murmuring in his general direction than speaking.

Eventually, Kuai Liang managed to catch up, standing beside his brother. He didn’t mean to ease drop, but curiosity got the better of him. As you two conversed, he could see the way his brother visibly changed around you. For the first time, Kuai Liang watched his brother melt.

“You look beautiful,” Bi-han blurted out, playing it off with his usual stoic expression. Both you and Kuai Liang were taken aback by this compliment. Your face bursted into a series of red shades, “y-yo-“ you cleared your throat, “you look great too!”

As the conversation ended, Bi-han waved you off with a nod and watched your retreating form with a gaze of longing. Kuai Liang, his face still wide eyed and stunned by his brother’s sudden change, turned to look at Bi-han. “I’ve never seen you flirt, brother, she must be special.” He smirked. Bi-han grunted, his scowl returning once again, “come, let us speak with Liu Kang.”

[hunterwritings]

𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐛𝐢-𝐡𝐚𝐧

summary: bihan has a hard time expressing his love for his family in words and it can cause his child to lose faith in him sometimes warnings: small violence, small mention of blood, wife!reader, mother!reader, child is around 8? idk, bi-han is a little mean at first, notes: i've been thinking about this for a while and its making me go crazy | also this got a lot more angsty than I thought it was going to be 😭| wc: 1794

"Agh!" The sound of a thud echoes as you watch your son hit the floor.

You had your arms crossed as you watched him and another child sparring. Training to be a warrior of the Lin Kuei was not an easy thing to watch for a mother.

You knew your child was strong, having both his father's strength and your own, but it was still hard for you to watch. Your eyes peer to the side to see Bi-han standing next to you, watching closely at his child. You couldn't tell what he was thinking behind those piercing eyes: Was he worried about your son getting hurt? Or was he mentally ridiculing him for not being able to fight better? Either way, you knew you'd never get a straight answer from him.

An exhale escapes your mouth as you turn your attention back to your son, he had gotten the upper hand and was able to pin down his opponent until he was incapacitated.

"Stop." Bi-han said firmly, watching as both the boys let go of each other and stand up back in their starting positions. You saw that both of them were sweaty and had small scratches on their faces and small drops of blood on their knuckles.

"(S/N) wins. You will continue on with this training at dusk." He explains as the boys bow in front of each other before being dismissed.

You watch as your son turned to his father with hope in his eyes, and all Bi-han did was give him a small nod before walking away. Light in his eyes faded as his face fell and you thought you could hear the sound of your heart breaking. "(S/N) you did so well!" You compliment him as you walk up to him and kneel down in front of him.

He avoided your eyes, keeping his gaze down to the ground. You could practically feel the disappointment on his face. "It's okay honey, you did very good." You try to reassure him, pulling him into a hug.

"Now let's go and get you some food and I'll help patch this up." You say pulling away from him and gesturing at the small cuts on his hands. He just nods and keeps his eyes down. You stand back to your feet and he reaches up and grabs your hand tightly.

Some time passes and you manage to patch up his small injuries and feed him dinner before tucking him into bed. Once he's lying down, you quietly leave his room and make your way over to your shared room with Bi-han. You found him fumbling to take off his arm gauntlets as he just lifted his gaze to meet yours before turning back down to his arms.

"Bi-han." You speak. He doesn't respond.

"Bi-han." You spoke louder now crossing your arms.

He finally averts his attention to you and bitterly asks, "What have I done now?" Oh boy

You raise your eyebrows at him, your mouth slightly agape. You knew you didn't have to say anything, Bi-han knew what he had done wrong. He sighs deeply while looking down and turns to you and gives you a dejected look. Your gaze could burn a hole through his head if you had stared any harder. "There is something you want to talk about?' He asks, much softer this time.

"Yes, there is." You bluntly answer.

"You cannot treat your child this way, he walks around believing that his father has no appreciation for him." Your words were like poison to him, you knew that he felt guilt by the way he turned away and tried to avoid your eyes. You stepped closer to him, not allowing him to avoid you.

"Do you wish for him to grow up believing that his father doesn't love him?" That struck a nerve. "No." He says, turning to face you. By the look on his face, you could tell that the thought alone had hurt him. He had memories flying in his mind of how he felt towards his own father, how he vowed to never let his child feel the same way he did.

"That should not even be a question, he should know that already - it should be common knowledge!" He argues, trying to defend himself while also mentally cursing himself out.

"It is not common knowledge to him, he is a young boy. He cannot just assume that you love him, he has to be shown love and compassion, Bi-han." You explain, lying one of your hands on his cold cheek. "It is hard for you to say that, I know, but you must try. It is the least he deserves." Your voice was soft now, no longer arguing.

His expression had changed; what was once defensive and angry, was now sad and full of shame. it wasn't your intention to hurt him, but you had to let him know or else this behavior would just continue.

"You are a good father, Bi-han. You care about your family more than anything and you would go to the ends of the Earth to protect (S/N), let him know that. Trust me, he will be grateful. I know you want him to be a powerful fighter, if anything, your praise will make him even stronger." Your words must've impacted Bi-han, who was now looking down to the floor. His face was cradled by your hands, you could almost see a gloss going over his eyes from the way the moonlight fell on his face.

Before he could respond, you heard something moving around your door. Instinctively, the two of you whipped your heads around to look at the door, not seeing anything strange in particular. Until you see a small hand wrap around the edge of the door and small eyes peering from behind the cracked door. You chuckled in relief, lying your hands on your hips as you look at him.

"You are seen, young one." He pushes the door open and walks into your room. "Grandmaster." He stops and bows in front of Bi-han before standing back up. "You are supposed to be in bed." Bi-han advises, his normal cold exterior now posing as a cover-up for his vulnerability showing through just a moment ago.

"I know, I'm sorry father, I just - um." Your son struggled to get the words out, keeping his eyes down as he fidgeted with his fingers.

"Are you having trouble sleeping?" You ask softly as he nods. "Aw honey, was it a nightmare?" He looks up at Bi-han, not wanting to seem cowardly in front of him. He doesn't answer you but you know that he must've had a bad dream.

"Here, we'll come put you back in bed, okay?" You softly say as you reach out your hand and he tightly grabs ahold of it. You begin to walk him out of the room, looking back over your shoulder to Bi-han and urging him to follow you. He almost hesitates before eventually following you.

You make your way to his room and he crawls back into his bed. You pull up the sheets for him before sitting on the edge of his bed next to him. Bi-han stays in the doorway, as if he didn't know how to continue or he didn't want to do anything wrong.

"You don't have to feel bad for coming to find us if something is wrong, know that." You tell him as he nods. You lean in and give him a soft kiss on his head. "We love you very much, (S/N)." You add as you hold his head in your hand. A large smile spreads across his lips as he looks up at you.

Your head turns over your shoulder. "Bi-han?" You only say his name, but he's smart enough to know what you are asking. He takes a deep breath before going to the other side of his bed and sitting down. Your son's face dropped, thinking that he may be in trouble for something.

Bi-han kept his eyes down on the bed, looking up at you and back down to the bed. "(S/N)." He starts, finally looking up to give his son eye contact. He takes another inhale and exhale, trying to stall and be able to find the right words. "You are a good fighter." He starts, unable to keep the eye contact and constantly looking down. Your son's expression changes from worried to beaming, you can practically feel him healing already.

"You train to become a strong warrior, it is why you are always fighting. You have shown a lot of progress and it is gratifying to know that you have been learning all this time. I have no doubt that you will become one of the best members of the Lin Kuei." He finishes, looking to you as if he is asking, 'was that okay?'.

He looks back to his son, whos eyes are full of happiness and he has a large smile plastered on his lips. Bi-han looked down with a small smile on his face. Then, your son sat up from under the covers and wrapped his arms around his father's neck and hold him in a close hug. Bi-han's hands reached up at held him closely. As he hugged his child, Bi-han peered over to you with a relief-filled smile on his face. You knew this was healing for both of them, your son has positive reinforcement from his father and Bi-han knows that his child still loves him. He pulled away from the hug and brought a small kiss to the top of his son's head as you did earlier before he crawled back under the covers and laid his head on the pillow, his expression still full of light. "Goodnight, my love." You say before both you and Bi-han stand up from his bed and walk out, closing the door behind you.

"See? Doesn't that feel better?"

Before you could even look up at him, his arms are wrapped around you, holding you so tight you thought he might break your ribcage. You felt the shakiness of his hands wrapped around you torso and felt his chest heaving up and down against yours. "I don't want him to feel resent towards me, as I did my father." His voice was shaky, like he had been holding that fear in. "He won't, Bi-han. He's infatuated with you, he looks to you for approval." You explain, holding his head closely.

You knew this had changed something in him, a problem he had silently be ignoring. It made you happy, knowing how much he cared and now knowing that he will put extra effort into making his love known.

[heavenlyvision]

pairing: Bi-Han x reader wc: 300 warnings: bittersweet angst, Bi-Han being dumb, no pronouns or y/n used, that's all !! a/n; I wrote this a little while ago and had shared it with the discord server but I thought I would share with the angst lovers here (if there are any </3), it's just a little bit of angst for the soul. Based on Bi-Han's betrayal and your reaction to it :3

You plead with him, your voice strained, “Please don’t do this.”

His eyes are cold, his tone sharp, decisive, “Either you’re with me, or you’re against me.”

“I want to be with you.” You feel small compared to him, you’re shrinking in on yourself. His anger is frightening you.

He feels so far from you right now, his voice is callous but hopeful, “Then join me, it’s that easy.”

There are tears in your eyes, you’re trying to stress to him how big of a mistake he’s making, that he isn’t right, “You know it isn’t! You’re making the wrong choice Bi-Han, please see reason.”

“I am seeing reason, why can’t you?” He walks closer to you, “I want you with me,” his voice is gentle and so are his hands as he holds your face, “I am asking you, to stay with me through this.”

“I can’t, I don’t agree with what you’re doing,” you try your best to hold back the tears burning in your waterline “You’ve cast aside your family… you–you’re seeking glory that doesn’t exist.”

“It does exist, and it will be mine, with or without you by my side.” His hands leave you and he steps back. There is pain hidden in his eyes at your unwillingness to follow him blindly, though he supposes something he always loved about you was your assuredness in yourself.

You square your shoulders, silently asking for strength that you don’t have, “I hope it’ll be worth it Bi-Han; you’ve burnt so many bridges.”

He looks down his nose at you, “There will always be a spot for you, by my side… I am hoping you will change your mind.”

You walk closer to him and lean up; your lips capture his in a tender kiss. His hands hold onto you, savouring it, both of you know it’s your last.

Pulling back, you murmur against him, “I won’t.”

⋆⁺₊❅.

[sharkl-e]

(former) Lin Kuei Brothers x Sanrio pt. 3! — Bihan / Sub-Zero 💙

and that does it for the sanrio series 😎 though i could perhaps do a bonus character or two 👀

<< pt. 1 here! | << pt. 2 here!

[sov666sov]

I'm not dead ( thank god),im just have hard time rn but I'm just come here to drop silly sketch i did when wake up

Suddenly, unexpected for me in my dream was bi-han....in...dress? I woke up and stare few minutes trying realise my dream and them i just take my ipad and did this

[crimsonbubble]

what if...bi-han face fucking you, not caring that you're crying and gagging cause he knows you can take it (and will tap out of needed)...maybe he sees you try to touch yourself while you're on your knees and he grabs your wrists so you just have to sit there and wait till he's finished dude does NOT care

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, oral, vague temp play *not proofread, just pure horny

[no words can explain what this ask did to me nonnie]

With hands pressed to his thighs , you attempted to tap out, to pull off of him so you could take even the smallest of breaths.

But Bihan kept a tight hold of your arms, leaving you with little to no breathing room before he pulled your sore and drooling mouth onto his throbbing cock again. You peered up at him through wet eyelashes, making an effort to clamp your thighs together to get any friction you could.

Bihan is aware of your movements as you kneeled in front of him in the way his eyes narrow. He pushes your legs apart and holds them open as he makes you sputter and gag around his cock. His eyes are piercing into yours sending a shiver down to your gut.

The silver mask covering his face adds to his intimidation. Covering and sealing away his intentions before he bestows them upon you. Your face is flushed and burning, in stark contrast to Bihans frozen hands that spread a thin layer of ice over your skin.

Bihan pulls you off of him with a cold hand against the nape of your neck. He moves to hold your face in his hand, squishing your face in his palm. His thumb digs into your cheek, forcing you to open your mouth to accommodate the dull ache. Drool spills from the corners of your mouth, coating Bihan’s icy hands.

[monstergoat]

Bi-Han inspired in Vagabond style! 💙

[adyrrsysy]

I just started to draw memes bc what else I can do

[blurredpurplemint]

Bi-han the type of guy to say "who's texting us" when you get a notification

(fr!!! he’s always peeking and not even hiding the fact he was shamelessly looking, would sometimes even comment on what you do, watch. would be extremely annoyed when you receive a text from kung lao)

you received a notification and were about to unlock your phone to check the sender, but bi-han swiftly interjected:

bi-han: who’s texting us?

you: oh it’s-hum-excuse me, us?

bi-han: gimme that.

he snatched your phone, which made you complain as his towering height made it impossible for you to retrieve it. eventually, you surrendered and waited for him to finish whatever he was doing.

bi-han: there.

you took your phone back.

you: why have you sent a middle finger? and why did you block the contact??!

bi-han: he bored us with useless shit.

you: BY THE ELDER GODS!! THAT WAS LIU KANG!!!!!!

bi-han: why would you gave him our number?

you: *runs back to the monastery*

[peoplepers0n]

As a Chinese speaker i find Bi-Han's name incredibly funny When I first heard the name Bi-Han I thought they were saying the words 避寒 (which roughly translates to 'avoiding cold') AND I WAS UP THE WALLS Right until I found out what his actual Chinese name was. It's 壁寒. (roughly translates to 'Wall Cold')

They named. The ice guy who makes a ice wall. Cold. Wall.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Running Lines Scenario: Bi-Han/Sub-Zero

The sexual tension in the next scene with Bi-Han is intense, underlying or not. You are not sure how to accurately portray it, and you doubt that Johnny will tone down the mood. It is not that you are uncomfortable with it, you have acted out more intense scenes, but in a movie such as 'Mortal Kombat', you are not sure why your character must feel so attracted to one of the story's minor antagonists.

You (thinking): I mean, I understand. Bi-Han is hot.

Having worked closely with him for the past few weeks, you had developed a bit of a crush on him, but due to your career, you decided to treat it as no more than just that, a minor crush.

You: Might as well get this over with.

To practice, you ask Bi-Han, your scene partner, to run lines with you. He agrees, thankfully, and meets you in your trailer.

You: Johnny is really pushing this sexual tension between our characters.

Bi-Han: I have noticed, but for good reason I assume.

You suppose. This sort of attraction does draw in audiences, if done right.

You: Let's start then.

Taking a few steps back from him, to get the feel of the scene, you take a deep breath.

You (scoffing): Loyalty? You speak of it as if you never betrayed us. You have no--

Bi-Han (interrupting): Do not question my loyalty.

He pauses to point at you.

Bi-Han: It was you who turned your back on the Lin Kuei.

You force yourself to tear up.

You: You gave me no choice, Bi-Han.

Taking a lax fighting pose, you act as though you are preparing yourself for a fight. He does the same.

Bi-Han: This childish defiance can not continue.

In the scene, you are meant to attack him first, but Bi-Han drops the pose and walks toward you.

You: It's off a bit, right? Do you want--

Before you can finish, he gently grabs your face and leans in, kissing you. Immediately your eyes widen and your heart races. This is not in the scene. Is this for real?

Leaning back, he grins.

You: I...don't think--

Bi-Han: Use that. Put your all into it and I will reward you.

Your face heats up. Damn, you did not get to kiss him back. You want to.

You: From the top.

Bi-Han agrees and returns to his spot.

If anything you are more motivated than ever to nail this scene. And you have no doubt you will.

[hunterwritings]

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝-𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 | 𝐛𝐢-𝐡𝐚𝐧

pairing: bi-han x gn!reader summary: you spar with bi-han and he helps fix you up afterwards. warnings: violence, small mention of blood + injury, mention of needle, slightly suggestive (?) | wc: 2884 notes: I love writing fight scenes

"you have learned nothing." Bi-han's voice rang in your ears as he shook his head.

You groaned as your palms pressed firmly on the concrete floor. "Have you slept through every other lesson I've taught you?" He sarcastically asks, raising his eyebrow to show a tinge of emotion on his face. It was hard to tell how Bi-han felt most of the time, both because of his cold aura and the mask the covers his face.

"How could I possibly be sleeping if I am fighting you?" You rhetorically remark, the smallest bit of venom in your voice. He scoffs at you, hiding a smirk behind his mask. "If that is what you call a fight, you will never survive on the battlefield." You rolled your eyes at his comment, pushing yourself back up onto your feet. A deep exhale fell from your nose as you saw Bi-han hold his fists back up, preparing to spar you once more. You mentally groan before reluctantly holding up your fists to mirror him.

The two of you had been sparring for almost two hours now. You had gotten a couple hits on him, but overall Bi-han remains victorious (as always). Although you were exhausted and your body could barely stand up on it's own, but you'd be damned before you admit that to bi-han. There was something about that man, something that made you not want to back down. Maybe it was the fact that he would rather die than admit he was beaten, maybe just that thought alone made you want to beat him. Maybe you'd find joy in seeing the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei fall from your hand. You tried to push that thought down, feeling as if you were a bad person by it even crossing your mind; but there was some truth to it.

Snapping back into reality, you inched closer to him, wondering who was going to make the first hit. To no one's surprise, it was Bi-han. He lunged towards you, trying to grab ahold of your arms. You swiftly dodged and ducked down, raising your fist to meet his abdomen, causing him to slightly step back. A bit of arrogance flows through you every time you get a hit on him.

He groans before spinning his body and jumping to kick your face. With the force he hit you with, your body flies back and you land on your back once again. You winced, not being able to register the pain before Bi-han was stomping towards you. He grabs one of your ankles and yanks your body towards him. You quickly raise your free leg to hit against his chest. He doesn't move much from the force you had struck him with, but just enough for his grip on your other ankle to falter, causing you to raise your leg up and knee him in the chest.

A pained groan escapes his lips, his hand covering his chest. He was discombobulated just long enough for you to sit up and get a direct hit on his face, causing him to wobble backwards, still on his knees and now holding a hand over his cheek. You jump back up onto your feet and move towards him. He turns his head up to look as you try to strike him again, multiple times he blocks with his forearms. As you lung towards him, trying to strike, he ducks and hits you directly in your abdomen as you had done to him earlier. You inhaled deeply as you stumbled back and held a hand over your stomach. As you quickly tried to gather yourself, Bi-han stood to his feet and struck you harshly on your cheek, causing you to stumble further back.

He could tell you were exhausted. He saw how you were barely stable and how your mind was clouded; but he also saw how you weren't backing down. Though he'd never tell you, he admired the ambition you had. He loved how you fought your best, even against the great grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, not fearing him. Although he had this admiration for your fighting, he surely wasn't going to go easy on you. He wanted you to be stronger, more powerful; he knew you had the potential.

An angry grunt leaving your lips, you dove towards him, lifting your leg to hit on his side. He blocked your leg and quickly brought his other arm up to block the attack from one of your arms. He grabbed ahold of your wrist, pulling you towards him and reaching both his arms under your own and resting his palms on the back of your neck to leave you incapacitated. The position of his body pressed tightly against yours and his large biceps between your head had various thoughts running through your mind. Was it this easy for him to leave you incapacitated? This easy for him to manhandle you?

"Now where was this speed and strength in our other sessions?" He leaned his head down to your ear. Snapping back into reality, you scoffed at his comment. Oh now you have to beat him.

You squatted down and wrapped your ankle around his, sweeping his leg up and causing him and yourself to fall onto the ground. He groaned as his head hit the ground. Before he could react, you turned and struck him on the face to leave him addled for just a moment longer as you wrapped your legs on either side of his chest. You grabbed one of his daggers from the holster of his uniform. You grip the handle of it tightly between both of your hands and hold it just barely above the skin of his exposed neck. Even though your hands shook as you did, your grip tightened as you stared him down. Wide eyes look up at you, beginning to glare. He knew you wouldn't use the dagger on him, you believed in tradition and rules. He knew that this was merely a show of intimidation; you telling him that the session was over.

"Well done." He compliments, his eyes squinting up at you. A dry laugh left your lips as you breath heaved heavily as you sat up straight on top of him. Now he was the one with improper thoughts flooding his mind, the picture of you above him, sweat falling from your neck and your chest moving up and down as you caught your breath. His eyes shot away from you as he mentally cursed himself out.

As you caught your breath, Bi-han gripped your waist and turned you over until you were the one with your back on the ground and he was on top of you. Before you could reach up to combat him, he pinned your wrists down onto the ground above your head. You stopped trying to fight and just laughed as you looked up at him. "You just have to have the last laugh, huh?" You wittingly said.

He didn't respond, only tilting his head and raising an eyebrow to you. You let your head fall back fully onto the ground, fully exposing your neck up to him.

This view of you was driving Bi-han crazy.

Him on top of you, pinned by his strength and you letting him completely overpower you. He gulped as various profane thoughts purged his mind. He hummed before releasing your wrists and standing up to his feet, keeping his eyes away from you for his own sanity. "Get up." He said, now reverting his eyes back to you, not moved from the position you were previously in.

'Heh, I don't think I could move even if I wanted to." You chuckled, not even opening your eyes. Your body was completely out of energy and you would rather lie there than walk to a bed.

He rolled his eyes before bending down and reaching his arms firmly behind your knees and behind your back. He picked you up with ease and held you in his arms. A bit surprised by his actions, a small bit of fluster fell on your cheeks, "Aw, you're so sweet." You joked as you laid your head against his chest. He huffed before quickly threw you up and held your body over his left shoulder, causing you to yelp in surprise of the movement. Not only did he move you because of your comment, but he was worried you would hear the rapid beats of his heart if you continued to lie your head on his chest.

He kept a tight grip on your waist while his other hand gripped your thigh. He walked with you over his shoulder into the temple and into the dining hall. He gently slumped you down from his shoulder and back into his arms, before setting you down onto one of the dining chairs. "Thanks for the ride." You joked as he just rolled his eyes. He turned around and walked away, you assumed he had other things to do and just brought you inside so you wouldn't freeze to death outside.

As your body was still exhausted, you dropped your head down onto the table and groaned. As you leaned forward, you felt a sharp pain in your thigh, causing you to sit up quickly. You looked down at your leg and noticed a gauge through the seams of your pants and an open wound on your skin. "Shit." you cursed under your breath, wondering how you didn't see this before. You could only assume that you were so focused on fighting Bi-han that you didn't notice the injury in your leg. You wondered how you may have gotten it: Maybe from the spikes on Bi-han's shoulder pads? Or maybe the dagger on his belt sliced you as you attacked him?

You didn't let the curiosity take over, it didn't really matter how it happened. As you stared down at the wound that had left small red stains in your dark grey pants, you hear heavy footsteps approaching. You look up to see Bi-han holding a small bowl of soup that he set on the table in front of you. "You're injured?" He asks, noticing you examining your leg.

"I didn't notice it before, must've happened when we were sparring." You try to brush it off and pay more attention to the fact that Bi-han brought you food. "Is this for me?" You ask, holding the warm bowl in your hands.

"Yes." He firmly said, humming before turning and walking away once again, assuming he is leaving for good this time.

"Thank you!" You say with a chuckle as he walks away. It wasn't uncommon for Bi-han to do small things like this, you believed it was his way of saying 'good job' without actually having to utter the words. In recent times, Bi-han was doing more acts for you: making you food, teaching you more fighting techniques, etc. You knew it was nothing serious, but had the cryomancer's frozen heart began to melt? You thought you being too full of yourself and didn't think much of it.

You took a few sips of the soup prepared in front of you, still not fully grasping the fact that the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei was the one to provide it for you. It was only a minute you had to try the soup before the same heavy footsteps approached you again. This time, looking up to see a mask less Bi-han, holding various items in his hand that looked like stitching materials and the other was a small bottle. You raised your eyebrow, was he really about to provide you with material to treat your wounds? You could tell he was being more giving lately, but this was new. He pulled up a chair next to you, scooching closer to you as he sat the materials on the table.

One of his large hands reached down on your thigh while the other had a small pair of scissors that he started cutting the open rip on your pants further, careful to not hit your skin.

"What are you doing?" You asked curiously. You deflected any concern in your voice, knowing that he wasn't going to hurt you; plus, you didn't want to make him nervous.

"Are you ignorant?" He bites, looking up at you. All you could do was give him a dry laugh, gazing at his dark brown eyes. "This will get infected if not treated." He adds on, turning his attention back to your leg.

"I can treat my own wounds, Bi-han." You smile and shake your head. He doesn't look up at you, just grumbles and continues. What did you think he was going to do? Admit that he wanted to help you? Both you and Bi-han know that he would rather die than admit something like that. Well, it wasn't like you were going to stop him either; this was almost prideful for you. You could tell that Bi-han was becoming kinder towards you without saying it.

You just kept a smile on your face and watched him. He cut open the break in your fabric large enough to fully see the gauge and the skin around the cut. He sits up and grabs a small cloth and the bottle he was previously holding. He pours a bit of the liquid onto the cloth and looks at you, your eyes already fixated on his. "This will burn." He warns. His expression is no longer cold, it is relaxed.

"Okay." You nodded, knowing it was some kind of alcohol to disinfect the cut. One of your hands grabbed ahold of the back of your chair and the other held tightly onto one of Bi-han's biceps. He'd be lying if he said his heart didn't flutter a bit when the callouses of your hand was on his arm. God, why did he feel that way? Was he really so full of admiration that he would go crazy anytime you barely touched him? Maybe he really is going soft.

Bi-han quickly pressed the cloth to your wound and heard you grit your teeth together as he felt pressure increase on his arm. Luckily, the tiredness and aching in your body was somewhat distracting you from the pain in your leg. You exhaled through your nose, leaning forward to press your forehead against his shoulder; you didn't care if he pushed you away or insulted you. But to your surprise, he did neither of those things, just took a deep breath in and out.

You wished to stay in this position, partly because you were still exhausted but also because you liked being so close to Bi-han. Seeing a softer side to him was foreign, but most certainly not unwelcome. This was interrupted when you felt an icy cold pressure on your leg that caused you to sit up. You looked at him with almost an annoyed emotion until you saw no malice in his expression. "Trying to numb it best I can." He explained, having two of his fingers on either side of your wound, covered in ice.

"Just don't give me frostbite." You chuckled and you swore you could almost see a smirk on his lips.

After staying in the position for a few minutes, the ice subsided from his fingers and he removed them, only to grab the needle with a small piece of thread tied to the end of it. You groaned, knowing that he was going to stich up your wound. Before leaning down to closer view your gauge, he looked up at you with soft eyes almost as a signal that it was going to hurt. Fortunately, Bi-han numbing your skin was enough for it to barely hurt. You sighed in relief as he pulled the needle in and out until your cut was completely sewn together. He cut the end of the thread and set the needle and scissors down on the table. "You are fine?" He asked, more of question than a statement. "Yeah, I'm good." You nodded, not moving your eyes away from his. If it weren't obvious you were in awe of him, it sure was now.

His eyes kept darting from yours and away, you could tell he didn't know how to continue.

"Thank you for helping me Bi-han, I really appreciate it." You assure him, now his eyes glaring back at yours. He just hummed in response before standing up and grabbing your bowl of soup that was now empty. "Do not let it get infected." He said, gesturing at your leg. "I will not." You respond with a smile. He nodded before turning around and leaving for the last time.

"We will fight again tomorrow, do not think you can be egotistical now that you've won once." He remarks, stopping for a moment to turn to you.

"Of course not, Grandmaster." You laughed and tilted your head. Now, you could see a clear smile on his face, not a wide smile but not a smirk either. You assumed it fell the moment that he turned back around and walked away, but unknown to you, the smile stayed on his face as he walked all the way back to the inner workings of the temple.