HyeRim’s POV:

I watch as Minhyuk and Hoya bring Woohyun to Siwon’s office, where everything can be done.

Urgh. My shoulder is burning like crazy.

I walk over to Myungsoo and my brother.

“Noona!” Sungjong exclaims. He runs over and hugs me. I try not to wince at the pain of my burning shoulder. “You’re okay!”

“Yes, I am,” I say. “But I got my shoulder injured. Keep those hugs for after it heals.”

He immediately drops his arms to his sides.

“Let’s go to Siwon’s office,” I say.

Myungsoo stands up and the three of us walk to the office.

“What happened out there? Woohyun looks dead,” Myungsoo whispers to me.

I hope he isn’t.

“I’ll explain to all of you in the office. I don’t want to repeat it to every person,” I sigh, rubbing my temples.

I open the door to the office.

The sight is equally as horrifying as earlier.

Woohyun lay shirtless on Siwon’s vintage table, which is stained with blood and wet with his sweat, lifelessly. Bloodstained bandages are scattered on the floor and Minhyuk, Hoya and Siwon are sweating for some reasons.

“URGH! You guys ,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“He kept moving!” Hoya protests.

Minhyuk and Siwon shoot daggers at him. I slowly turned my head toward him and stare at him.

 “Look, are you guys stupid or what?” I sigh, rubbing my temples.

I walk over to Woohyun, glaring at Hoya.

 “You’re going to be okay, Woohyun,” I say softly. “Don’t move too much. Do it for me.” I brush his bangs to the side.

“Hand me the bandages and the antiseptic,” I instruct no one in particular.

Minhyuk hands me the items and I get to work.

After an hour or so, I finished.

“How did you get him to stop moving?” Hoya asks.

I roll my eyes. Idiot.

“How can he move in that condition?” Sungjong says.

“I don’t know! He kept whining before you came, HyeRim.”

I slap my hand on my face. This is ridiculous.

“Is Woohyun okay?” Siwon asks.

“I think he will be. He’s not conscious yet though,” I reply.

My eyes travel to Woohyun, who is still on Siwon’s table.

Please be okay.

I mean, he was whipped pretty badly.

“HyeRim…” a voice whispers hoarsely.

“I think he’s gaining consciousness,” Siwon says.

Everyone’s head whip towards Woohyun.

“Don’t leave me…”

“I think you should go to him,” Myungsoo says.

I walk over the table and sit down on the chair.

“Woohyun,” I say.

He opens his eyes slightly. “HyeRim?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

“I thought you left me…”

“Shh, it’s just a dream.” I his cheek gently. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

“Can you do something for me?”

“What?”

“Get the others out. I want to be alone with you.”

“Oh, what do you want to do?” Hoya says.

 “GET OUT!” I shout.

I stand up and push Hoya out the door. The other four guys, including my boss, walks out the office, leaving me alone with Woohyun.

“They’re gone,” I say.

“HyeRim, do you hate me?”

I am taken aback by his sudden question.

“Wh-What? Why?”

“I don’t know… That day in Paris… But then, that day when we made out… I liked it, HyeRim.”

I look away, blushing.

 “You’re blabbering nonsense. Go sleep, I’ll be here.” I turn back to look at him and give him a small smile.

“Promise?” He looks at me.

I nod. Then, he closes his eyes. Soon, his breathing becomes slower.

“You’re going to be okay,” I whisper.

I reach out and gently trace his sharp features with my finger, starting from his nose. I then reach his lips.

I lean in and place a gentle kiss on them. “Sorry.”

I place my head on the table. Before I know it, I fall asleep.

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I open my eyes and sit up to find myself in my room.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Hoya says as he walks in my room, wearing a black wife beater.

“How did I get here?” I ask, raising one brow.

“You fell asleep back in the office, so I carried you back home.”

“Thanks. Where’s Woohyun?”

He chuckles. “He’s in Myungsoo’s room.”

 “How about Myungsoo?”

“He slept on the couch.”

“You?”

“I slept with you.” He grins.

I throw my pillow at him.

“ert.” I roll my eyes and slide off my bed.

“Kidding! I went home, I came this morning.”

I walk to Myungsoo’s room and quietly open the door. In the dim room, I can make out Woohyun’s sleeping figure on the bed.

“Don’t go,” he mumbles, almost incoherently. “HyeRim, you promised me… Why are you leaving?”

Suddenly, Myungsoo appears behind me, looking as if he didn’t sleep for weeks.

“He’s been mumbling, screaming, whining, crying all night,” he mutters.

“I thought you slept on the couch?”
“I slept on the floor of my room first. Then, I can’t take it anymore. So, I moved to the couch. And Hoya had to knock on the door.”

“Don’t go,” Woohyun mumbles again.

“Get him to shut up. Move him to your room or something. I need my sleep,” Myungsoo says.

“Sleep in my room. I’ll stay here with him,” I say. I push Myungsoo out and shut the door to his room behind me.

“This is going to take a while,” I mutter to myself.

When Woohyun has a bad dream, I will have to comfort him. And that can take hours.

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