Your POV

"SO, I, I mean, WE, can't go on a honeymoon...because of paparazzi?"

L nodded and pointed out the window of the limo. People were crowded all around the mansion, many with cameras and microphones at hand.

You sighed, "Why are they back?"

He shrugged.

"We just have to stay in the house for about week, and tell them," he pointed out the window, "that we're somewhere else."

"So that they'll go away?"

He nodded, "Hey, wasn't my idea. Everyone thought it would get rid of them."

"Ah..."

"Sorry wifey...I promise i'll make it up one day k?"

You nodded glumly, "I guess it won't be that boring at home..."

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2 days later

"I'M SO BOREDDDDD!"

You were laying upside down, hanging on the edge of your bed. When the blood rushed to your face, you turned right-side up.

L flipped through a magazine, "Is there anything to do around here?"

You groaned and stood up, "Mine as well eat."

You walked over to the platter of food the maids had brought to your room and reached for a plate,

"YAH, DON'T TOUCH THAT," L started, but you had already grabbed the plate.

You shrieked.

The plate was...BURNING HOT. You immediately dropped it, held your burned hand and blew on it.

*Awwww , , , hot, hot, hottttt!!!!!*

You heard the glass plate break, and felt something sharp pierce through the skin of your leg. You looked down to see something red dripping down onto the carpet of the bedroom. You could see a piece of glass stained with blood next to you.

*AWWWWW T.T*

L hurried over to you and led you over the glass.

He looked at you with concern, "Yah, you okay?"

You pointed at your hand and bleeding leg, "YEAH, I scream for fun all the time."

He widened his eyes, "OH right, sorry! I'll go find a first-aid kit."

You shook your head, "It's fine. It's not that bad!" But he was already gone. 

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L was pressing a cloth onto the cut on your leg.

You peered at the cloth, bright red blood sepped through.

"I've never seen blood this red before, are you an AB?"

You nodded, "AB- the weirdest one."

"It just makes you unique wifey~."

He finally lifted the cloth after the bleeding had stopped. You winced when he cleaned the wound with water.

He looked at you sympathetically, "Sorry."

"I can do it myself."

He softly nudged your head, "You burned your hand too dummy."

You looked down at your left hand, it was still red, but it had soothed down a bit when L had put some kind of gel on it.

"Okay, this might hurt a little."

You looked at L suspiciously, "What might?"

He brought out an anti-septic wipe from the first-aid kit. You immediately widened your eyes,

"You know what? My leg is COMPLETELY FINE!" You tried to move your leg away, but L had a firm grip on it.

"We need to make sure it doesn't get infected. You could get tetanus or something."

"Tita-wha?"

"It's dangerous, and you could die, we wouldn't want that happening now would we?"

You frowned and pointed at the wipe, "That thing stings like hell!"

"Who told you to drop the plate wifey?"

You glared at him.

He took out a wipe and before it even touched your cut, you winced.

"Ow..."

"I didn't even touch it yet!"

You sighed, "Just hurry up!"

The second the wipe came in contact with your wound you flinched and made a whimpering noise.

L bit his lower lip and looked up at you, "We just need to clean it k? Give me a second."

You nodded and closed your eyes as L wiped the wound on your left leg and blew softly on it.

* IT HURTS!!! AWWW IT'S LIKE, the glass plate all over again...*

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"OMMA! IT HURTS!"

You looked down at the bright red blood dropping onto the floor.

"Aigoo, such bright blood, my AB- princess sure is something."

"Omma it just makes me weird..."

"Not at all, it makes you unique!"

Your mom then cleaned your cut with water. You flinched.

"Sorry, almost done ~~~~ah, is your hand better?"

You nodded, "Stupid plate was too hot," you muttered.

Your mom laughed. She had the prettiest laugh in the world, well, according to you at least.

"This might sting ok?"

"What might?"

She produced an anti-septic wipe from behind her.

"OMMA, IT'S OKAY! MY LEG IS FINE!"

" ~~~~~ah we have to make sure it doesn't get infected! You could get tetanus if we're not careful."

"H-huh?"

"It's dangerous princess. You could die from it."

"D-DIE? B-but it stings!" You whined.

"You shouldn't have dropped the plate honey."

You pouted and your mom pinched your cheeks.

"Ow!"

" ~~~ah I didn't even touch the wound yet!"

"Oh...right."

When the wipe came in contact with your wound you flinched and made a whimpering noise.

"Almost done, just don't move too much."

You nodded and closed your eyes as the wiped cleansed the wound on your right leg.

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You must've blanked out for a while since L was looking at up at you with a concerned expression, "I'm all done."

"Huh?"

You looked down at your bandaged leg, "Oh, thanks."

He nodded, "Try and move it."

You made an effort to lift your leg, but the wound still stung.

L quickly but gently pushed your leg back down, "Never mind, you shouldn't move that..."

"You think?"

You noticed that he was staring at the long cut on your right leg, identical to the one you just got.

"How'd you get that?" He pointed at the scar.

"Same way I got this," you pointed at the newly-applied gauze on your left leg.

He raised his eyebrow, "You never learn do you?"

You glared at him.

"What about that?" He pointed at the long, dark scar running down your right arm.

You rolled your eyes, "Are you gonna ask me about every scar I have?"

He pouted and pointed to the long scar again.

You sighed, "Gang fight. Bastard brought a freakin knife."

"Where's the guy now?"

"Not sure, probably still somewhere in Seoul."

"Yah, maybe you need a bodyguard."

You scoffed, "He won't be coming back. This," you pointed to the scar, "is nothing compared to what I did to him."

"Aigoo, I married a gangster."

You shurgged and flinched when you tried to move your leg.

"Maybe a kiss will make it better?"

"Ki-,?" L had suddenly leaned in and pecked your cheek.

You widened your eyes and felt your cheeks redden.

He grinned and ran out of the room.

"YAH!"

You tried to go after him, but your leg wouldn't budge.

"AISHH!" You layed down onto the bed.