Fics like fire meets gasoline

It happens fast, but somehow, Doyoung feels like he’s seeing it in slow motion. The massive arm moving in the direction of his face, too fast to allow Doyoung any reaction but the quick panic at the base of his throat — and then it’s colliding, and there’s pain. A lot of it. “Oh my God, Doyoung—” He sees Taeyong, waving his hand in front of his eyes until Doyoung can focus on his image, hovering over him. “Are you ok?” “I think he broke his nose.” Jaehyun curses, somewhere out of sight. “We might have to take him to the hospital, shit—” “Is he ok?” Someone else is saying. “I— I swear I didn’t see him, I was moving my arms and—” Doyoung is starting to understand what might’ve happened, and it only takes one light touch under his nose to see that he’s bleeding. It hurts to talk and his voice sounds weird, but he does so anyway. “You have to be kidding me.”

Fics like fire meets gasoline

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