Jin Ling barely registers the pain because the mortification of being scene
like this is torture all on its own. He quickly reaches for a pillow to
cover his groin area, as the pain starts to come into focus and he just
tightens his jaw to ignore it. He’s fine. He’s not weak.
"I... uh..." Wen Ning squeezes his eyes closed out of courtesy, as if that will help now. He also lowers his voice to avoid bringing any more attention to the room than he might have already.
Now if he could just form proper words... "S-sorry, I. Y-you... I-I'll..." Eyes still closed, he attempts making a few gestures with his hands. He points back toward his room a couple times, since he definitely should never have left there.
"D-do you--? I..." Is he offering help? This isn't the right time for that.
"Leaving," he finally says abruptly, promptly shutting the door on his own foot. Instead of opening it enough to get it out more easily, he gives a few panicked tugs and falls backward into the hall.
Sizhui blinks a few times between Jin Ling and Wen Ning. One pained, one embarrassed? This was definitely not the way this was supposed to go.
Swallowing, he gives a wince as Ning falls out of the room. Poor guy.
Instead of moving immediately he sort of lingers there, kneeling on the floor beside the bed. Is there a protocol for fail sex? He worries his bottom lip for a moment and let’s the silence linger a bit. But when it goes on for too long he slowly gets up and slides his inner robe on and closes it before grabbing the rest of his things.
“I’m so sorry...” he murmurs and moves over to brush his fingers over the Jins cheek, “Are you okay? I...should go talk to him.”
Oh my god. Jin Ling really wishes the bed would swallow him whole. Between Wen Ning's stuttering around and Sizhui's apologies he just stays quiet. He does feel bad when Wen Ning falls back into the hall but he's sure he's alright. Maybe he'll text him later to apologize...
He should have been quieter...
When Sizhui does get up, Jin Ling looks at him and he feels humiliated and any number of things he's not willing to actually say. He's definitely very bad at communicating.
"I'm okay." He gives Sizhui a look that says I dare you to argue
Sizhui returns that look with one that says ‘I’m not stupid but fine’. He runs his fingers over his cheek again and leans over to kiss him upside down.
“I’ll come back,” he promises and kisses the tip of his nose once before he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. He leans against the door, holding his bundle of clothes and watches Wen Ning.
Wen Ning should have rushed back to his room after the stumble, but instead he's sitting up against the wall, staring blankly ahead at nothing. He tells himself it's to make sure no one else inadvertently walks in on them, but it's mostly because he needs a moment to readjust his grip on reality.
When Sizhui walks out he immediately straightens. "Sorry, I... I wasn't l-listening in."
Smiling softly, he shakes his head, “I know you weren’t. It’s okay.”
He frowns lightly, “It’s not okay, really...I think I hurt him...” Which is exactly what he didn’t want to do. Hurting Jin Ling was something Sizhui typically went out of his way not to do. But it happened on occasion and now was not unlike those times.
He looked at the other again and then down the hallway once.
“Please don’t say anything to Hanguang jun and Senior Wei...” he murmured.
To that, Wen Ning vehemently shakes his head. It's an easier response than putting together words. And honestly, he could never...
He swallows, clearing his throat as quietly as possible. Now that the gears in his brain are starting to return to their normal working order, he wants to pry. Just a little. To be helpful. But it's so difficult to say.
"If you don't mind... I should ask, ah... Was it h-his first time?"
He's supposed to be the adult here. How embarrassing.
Sizhui blushes and for a moment resembles a fish more than anything else, but he finally nods, “For both...”
Obviously. That should be obvious. Lan. Hello. Sizhui you didn’t need to add that part.
He hugs his clothes tighter to himself and worries his bottom lip, “Will you...will you check on him while I change? He won’t tell me if he’s actually hurting. But he might tell you...”
This time, when Wen Ning opens the door, he does so with far more caution. He doesn't look in immediately, head turned away, giving Jin Ling time to do... anything he might want to do.
"You Master Jin... It's me. Can I... can I help you with anything?"
Even though Jin Ling had definitely been spending that time crying into his pillow so no one would hear because... well there's a lot going on here -- he'd managed to get on his inner robes before just laying back down. He rubs at his face quickly when he hears the door open, hears Wen Ning.
"O-okay. Well..." He enters anyway, closing the door gently behind him.
"I just... thought I might check on you. I'm not any g-good at this." Wen Ning leans against the door, hands splayed out against the wood as though blocking some unknown force from coming in. It's a moment before he relaxes, hands falling to his sides.
"O-of course it was. I opened the door. I should have knocked. Then y-you could have said... Begone, pest!" Wen Ning swings an arm in front of him, as though batting something away. "A-and I would have left."
It's a weak finish. He folds fidgeting hands in front of himself.
"It's alright, you know. To not get it right the first time. A lot of people don't."
"You probably thought something was wrong..." Jin Ling sighs, because he hadn't been able to keep quiet. He'd definitely been too weak. He finally peaks at Wen Ning but only for a moment.
"It would have been fine," Jin Ling insisted. "I could have taken it. Sizhui just worries too much."
"Of course. You're right, young master." Wen Ning doesn't want to press. He doesn't want to hurt the boy's feelings or make him feel any worse than he already does.
"Just... if you ever do need anything... I have some experience. With treating certain things, I mean." And he can also provide some direction on how to prevent further mishaps.
There are a good number of people his sister could have blackmailed with sensitive information if she hadn't been so dedicated to upholding patient confidentiality.
Jin Ling feels a bit mortified and he shifts a little and that was a mistake but it'd be fine right? He doesn't have that great a pain tolerance, for all his bravado he'd really been protected from a lot of things and pain is one of those things.
"... how would you even treat..." he asks before thinking it through.
"Oh, you probably won't need much more than a warm bath or two..." Wen Ning answers with a similar amount of thought before trailing off. "U-unless it's real bad. Just. Let me know if it's real bad."
It's far to easy to toss the advice out there when he has it to give.
"How am I supposed to know if it's bad or real bad?" Jin Ling snaps. He just wants to press his face into the pillow again and hide from this whole humiliating situation.
"It hurts, it hurts more to move," he mumbles, his face half turned into the pillow again and he's well aware this all makes him look like a petulant child.
"If you're bleeding badly... let me know. O-otherwise you're just sore. And that happens!" Cautiously, Wen Ning moves to sit on the edge of the bed, his back to the boy.
"It's normal. I can help you, ah... prepare better for next time." Since he assumes there will be a next time. As difficult a time as his brain has wrapping around it still.
Jin Ling flushes more. "I'm bleeding a little...?" but it's not badly, probably. It'd still freaked him out when he'd first noticed. He doesn't look directly at the other's face as he feels the bed dip some, at least Wen Ning isn't trying for eye contact or anything. "I'm fine."
He curls his fingers into his palm as he pushes himself up on his elbow a bit.
"Unless you'd rather check the reading material in the library. A... little knowledge beforehand is. Helpful." He frowns, keeping his eyes focused on the door.
"That's not a good location for a-abrasions. So. Keep an eye on it. ... Figuratively. Clean up well and... let me know if you feel sick." It's probably a minor tear from stretching, similar to something one could get from a large bowel movement. But he wanted to keep his responses fairly succinct so he doesn't embarrass the boy any more than he already has.
"Don't worry. I've seen a lot of embarrassing things. I'm not going to think any way about either of you."
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Jin Ling barely registers the pain because the mortification of being scene like this is torture all on its own. He quickly reaches for a pillow to cover his groin area, as the pain starts to come into focus and he just tightens his jaw to ignore it. He’s fine. He’s not weak.
“I’m fine,” he grounds out to both of them.
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Now if he could just form proper words... "S-sorry, I. Y-you... I-I'll..." Eyes still closed, he attempts making a few gestures with his hands. He points back toward his room a couple times, since he definitely should never have left there.
"D-do you--? I..." Is he offering help? This isn't the right time for that.
"Leaving," he finally says abruptly, promptly shutting the door on his own foot. Instead of opening it enough to get it out more easily, he gives a few panicked tugs and falls backward into the hall.
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Swallowing, he gives a wince as Ning falls out of the room. Poor guy.
Instead of moving immediately he sort of lingers there, kneeling on the floor beside the bed. Is there a protocol for fail sex? He worries his bottom lip for a moment and let’s the silence linger a bit. But when it goes on for too long he slowly gets up and slides his inner robe on and closes it before grabbing the rest of his things.
“I’m so sorry...” he murmurs and moves over to brush his fingers over the Jins cheek, “Are you okay? I...should go talk to him.”
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He should have been quieter...
When Sizhui does get up, Jin Ling looks at him and he feels humiliated and any number of things he's not willing to actually say. He's definitely very bad at communicating.
"I'm okay." He gives Sizhui a look that says I dare you to argue
He's very not okay. Emotionally or otherwise.
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“I’ll come back,” he promises and kisses the tip of his nose once before he leaves the room and closes the door behind him. He leans against the door, holding his bundle of clothes and watches Wen Ning.
“Are you okay?”
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When Sizhui walks out he immediately straightens. "Sorry, I... I wasn't l-listening in."
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He frowns lightly, “It’s not okay, really...I think I hurt him...” Which is exactly what he didn’t want to do. Hurting Jin Ling was something Sizhui typically went out of his way not to do. But it happened on occasion and now was not unlike those times.
He looked at the other again and then down the hallway once.
“Please don’t say anything to Hanguang jun and Senior Wei...” he murmured.
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He swallows, clearing his throat as quietly as possible. Now that the gears in his brain are starting to return to their normal working order, he wants to pry. Just a little. To be helpful. But it's so difficult to say.
"If you don't mind... I should ask, ah... Was it h-his first time?"
He's supposed to be the adult here. How embarrassing.
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Obviously. That should be obvious. Lan. Hello. Sizhui you didn’t need to add that part.
He hugs his clothes tighter to himself and worries his bottom lip, “Will you...will you check on him while I change? He won’t tell me if he’s actually hurting. But he might tell you...”
Yes, he is aware you two are getting along.
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But Wen Ning can't turn down a request from Sizhui easily, so all he can do is nod in reply and get back to his feet. Right. Checking on the boy.
"I-if you want, I'll, uh... I'll make you some notes." He makes a little writing motion with one hand. "On prep."
After saying that he's quick to move back to the doorway.
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The offer for notes, though...oh if he could get pinker he did just then.
“Thank you. I appreciate it. I appreciate all of it. Thank you.” And before he can embarrass himself further he turns and hurries to his room.
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"You Master Jin... It's me. Can I... can I help you with anything?"
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"I'm fine," he forces out.
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"I just... thought I might check on you. I'm not any g-good at this." Wen Ning leans against the door, hands splayed out against the wood as though blocking some unknown force from coming in. It's a moment before he relaxes, hands falling to his sides.
"Sorry, for... for barging in."
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"It wasn't your fault."
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It's a weak finish. He folds fidgeting hands in front of himself.
"It's alright, you know. To not get it right the first time. A lot of people don't."
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"It would have been fine," Jin Ling insisted. "I could have taken it. Sizhui just worries too much."
And well, they got interrupted.
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"Just... if you ever do need anything... I have some experience. With treating certain things, I mean." And he can also provide some direction on how to prevent further mishaps.
There are a good number of people his sister could have blackmailed with sensitive information if she hadn't been so dedicated to upholding patient confidentiality.
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"... how would you even treat..." he asks before thinking it through.
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It's far to easy to toss the advice out there when he has it to give.
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"It hurts, it hurts more to move," he mumbles, his face half turned into the pillow again and he's well aware this all makes him look like a petulant child.
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"It's normal. I can help you, ah... prepare better for next time." Since he assumes there will be a next time. As difficult a time as his brain has wrapping around it still.
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He curls his fingers into his palm as he pushes himself up on his elbow a bit.
"That's..." embarrassing.
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"That's not a good location for a-abrasions. So. Keep an eye on it. ... Figuratively. Clean up well and... let me know if you feel sick." It's probably a minor tear from stretching, similar to something one could get from a large bowel movement. But he wanted to keep his responses fairly succinct so he doesn't embarrass the boy any more than he already has.
"Don't worry. I've seen a lot of embarrassing things. I'm not going to think any way about either of you."
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"I'm not going to the library for it."
He groans inwardly as the other kept speaking and he wants to bury his face in the pillow sure he's going red again.
"Okay," he mumbles.
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