We walked in the house quietly. He didn't answer me who they were nor answered anything I ask and just shoved my questions off with just some rude short reply.

Who did you call?

- No one

A minute later,

Who were they?

-No one

They seem to know you

-Non of your concern

5minutes later,

You're hurt

-No

You're in some gan--

-Shut it.

I was kind of disappointed that he really does fight like how those news reported. That was not a one time thing and it was as clear as a crystal with how they talked and how they fought. And I'm pissed with how rude he was being earlier. He walked up the stairs to his room with slowed down steps unlike before. I quickly followed him up and step my foot out in between so he won't be able to close the door. He turned back quickly when he realized he couldn't close the door and looked at me, pissed when he saw that I was the reason why his door didn't follow his orders.

Oh, your door is so not closing with a BAANG.

"What're you doing?", he asked, a brow raised slightly in question.

I didn't back down and glared at him back showing him that I won't back off without an answer. Knowing, I won't answer, he just let the door be and walk inside. I followed him inside and was amazed at how clean and how the room was designed. It's my first time coming in here since I came and the room so looked like it was his place. Everything seemed like Myungsoo, the colour of the wall, the floor, the shelf, the bed...all were coloured in shades of black or white.

I was so into his room that when I turn to him, I was shocked to see him pulling off his shirt, his now back infront of me. I quickly look away , blocking away all the thoughts coming inside my mind and let myself occupy with the interesting room.

'Ahem..', I heard him clearing his throat on purpose.

I look back at him and his upper half was clearly infront of my view now. I tried not to look affected but I was sure that my face was flushed a crimson red.

"Why are you here?", he asked watching my every moves. I felt like I was melting at that look he was giving me now. 

Damn, Can he put on a shirt first? 

"You're hurt", I said clearing my throat and look at him. My eyes involuntarily went down somehow and realised that there was a bruise on the left side of his stomach. All my blush went away quickly right after I saw that. It looked really bad and didn't look like it was just from the fight earlier. It looked so bad and he didn't even wince.

"Where is the medical kit??", I sighed and asked walking towards him and hold him down to sit on the chair, beside the bed. He surprisingly followed and didn't question me as he opened the drawer and pulled out a box. I took it and opened as I sat on the edge of his bed.

I took out the cleansing solution and cleanse my hands first before putting it on a spread out cotton. As I look up at his face, closer now, the cuts were fully visible and it weren't that deep. One on the forehead, one under the eye, another on the side of his face. I wonder how he got these cuts. It wasn't like boys scratch one another with their nails when they fight. The three weren't holding sharp objects either.

I look down on the bruise on his lips and...gulped. 

Pinkish, thin, soft ...SNAP OUT, idiot.

I quickly scolded myself for noticing such things when I should be working on the wounds. I softly cleanse off the dried out blood on his face but stopped when he winced when i dapped it on his lips.

"Sorry", I said softly almost like a whisper but proceeded again softly. I felt his gaze on me as I concentrated on dapping softly. I took out a bandaid and stick it on his forehead which had the longest cut, pushing up his hair