You pulled him into your house.

Jaejoong doubled over as his split stomach hurt.

You glanced back with wide eyes. You put your gentle hands on his back and arm *Is he okay?* “What’s wrong?” You signed.

Jaejoong shook his head but you saw the blood seeping through his black dress shirt. You gasped *Oh no!* You tugged him into your room. You sat him on the bed.

Jaejoong opened his mouth but you firmly held your finger out as a signal to wait. You rushed into the bathroom and pulled out the box of first aid kit. You came back into the room and sat next to him. You pretended to your shirt as a way of saying that he should his shirt. But Jaejoong was just gazing at you.

A bit impatient, you started to his shirt. You slipped it off his arms and looked for the wound. His bandage was red. You frowned and began to untie it. You cleaned his stitches with the medicine and covered them with a fresh, new bandage. Jaejoong softly watched you *This is what you did for me that night, too.*

Done, you leaned back to watch your work. You smiled and clapped, “Done.” You looked at him and beamed. Jaejoong cupped his hand behind your neck and pulled you into him. Your eyes flickered in surprise. He silently your hair. A tear fell onto your shirt and you felt it. Your lips swept his bare shoulder as you turned to look at him. You noticed more tears on his face. You grew alarmed. You cupped his face with a worried look. You quickly signed, “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Are you in pain? Can I help?” Your bottom