http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvPLrfuri2w

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Your hand started to shake *O-oh no. This is t-terrible. W-what do I do?* The first thing you did was drag Jaejoong into your room. You pulled him onto the bed. With trembling hands, you grabbed the phone. You pressed 119. You didn’t know how you would communicate but you would.

Suddenly, Jaejoong snatched the phone away from you and turned it off.

Your eyes widened. You scrambled to his side and tried to take it away but he squeezed it.

Jaejoong opened his eyes and looked at you, “No…d…don’t call. Y-you can’t.”

You turned frantic. You shook your head and pointed at his wound.

“No.” Jaejoong emphasized.

Tears started to form in your eyes. You had no idea what to do. You cringed as he groaned and hissed in pain. Cold sweat was pouring down his face and his hands were shaking. Jaejoong tightly clenched your bed cover. His face was pale and lips were turning blue. He let out another agonizing sound.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You were so very scared that he would die and you didn’t want him to. You grabbed your cellphone and started dialing.

Even if Jaejoong was hurt, he was quicker than you. He swiftly grabbed your wrist and flung you onto the bed. Jaejoong rolled on top of you and fiercely growled, “I SAID NO!”

You stared at him with frightened eyes.

His eyes widened at what he had done *. I scared her. Again.* Before Jaejoong could apologize, another round of excruciating pain came. His hands around your slender wrists loosened and he bit his lip in. Jaejoong tried to muffle his sounds of pain but you could hear them

. Your heart hurt for him. His wounds hurt you as much as they hurt him.

You placed your hands on his chest and gently pushed him off.

Jaejoong rolled onto his side.

You got up.

He grabbed your wrist and suspiciously looked at you, “Where are you going?”

You shook your head to assure him that you weren’t going anywhere. Just to appease him, you put the phones