“Hyung,” Taemin came in holding his hands up awkwardly, “I tripped outside.” He showed his hands to Minho, and his palms were ripped and bloody. Minho’s eyes widened.

                “We need to wash this and disinfect it,” Minho said, pulling Taemin into the bathroom and washing his hands with cool water. He patted Taemin’s wounds dry, Taemin wincing as he went, and then he took out disinfectant cream. He covered both wounds with it, and then bandaged up Taemin’s hands with gauze and tape, since the injuries were too big for regular bandages.

                “Wow,” Taemin said once they were finished and his hands looked almost mummified, “hyung, are you sure you don’t want to be a doctor? You were such an expert!”

                “I’m sure, because if I was a doctor, I’d never have any time for you.” Taemin laughed.

                “Well, thank you then, Dr. Choi,” he smiled, leaning up to kiss Minho. 

Welp I have class in eight hours...but I'll be done with class in eleven hours, so it's okay. At least it's Friday (although technically I should have posted this yesterday in that case ><).

♥ Exie