Sehun woke up to see Xiaoling with her back to him, wiping her hands on her black and white outfit. It sounded as if she was scolding herself in an unknown language, Chinese perhaps, as she was staring at a blank spot on the wall where the picture of a younger him and Jongin used to be. He frowned. 
 
 
 
Wait, Xiaoling? 
 
 
What was she doing in his room?  
 
 
And suddenly everything came rushing back to him in a matter of two seconds, a tidal wave of overwhelming flashbacks and emotions.  
 
 
 
Picking up the glass. The pain. The tears. Unlocking the door. The gentle hands. Bandages. Darkness. 
 
 
 
Sehun sighed as he closed his eyes. The maid heard the exasperated sigh escape his lips and whirled around. Her long caramel-colored hair delicately wrapped themselves around her neck and arms. "Sehun-ah," she greeted with a small smile. He noticed the dark bags under her doe-like eyes. 
 
"Are you....tired?" he asked quietly, guilt beginning to sink in. Her smile rose higher upwards as she shook her head. 
 
"I've just been worried about you. Can you tell?" her index fingers traced the bags under her eyes. She pressed her lips together tightly with a frown. "Anyways, how are you feeling? Are your arms okay?" she questioned softly, walking towards him. He looked away from her gaze. 
 
"I feel better now. There's a little bit of feeling in my arms now."  
 
He noticed the way her shoulders fell back with relief. She gave him a genuine eye-smile, making his heart beat stutter for a moment. 
 
"Thank you," he whispered sincerely. She heard his timid words and blushed a light pink color. "Thank you, so much."  
 
She now stood beside him as he laid in his bed. "It's really no problem. Just.......please......don't..." her sentence was left unfinished, but Sehun knew what she was trying to say. 
 
 
 
Don't do it again. 
 
 
 
He didn't respond, didn't even blink. He looked outside at the beautiful scenery of the sun setting. He heard the sound of a chair being scooted across his floor and knew she was going to sit beside him. Sure enough, Sehun spotted the Chinese maid in the corner of his eye take a seat beside his bed. She reached down and picked up a box, placing it in her lap. 
 
She pulled the blanket off him and carefully lifted his arm up. "I threw the pieces of glass away." she added. He kept his eyes directed towards his window.  
 
"Okay."  
 
He felt her staring at him and his bandaged arm. "May I change your bandages, Sehun-ah?" she asked, turning his arms over to inspect the other side.  
 
"I guess."  
 
Xiaoling opened to say something, but seemed to hesitate for a few seconds. She shut , opened it once again, but snapped her jaw shut quickly, accidentally biting her lip as well. "I....I need you to, uhm, take your shirt off. Since some of your cuts are....on your shoulders," she fumbled nervously with her words. Sehun only nodded. "Also, because you never changed out of your shirt and it's kind of.....bloody." She squirmed in her seat 
 
"You'll have to help me," he said, attempting to lift weak arms up. This made her flush a dark shade of pink. She seemed to notice the increasing heat in her cheeks, causing her to reach up and press a hand to them. She huffed quietly, looking down at the floor. “My shirts are over there in that drawer beside the door to my bathroom.” he informed her. 
 
She stood, laying the box in her lap onto the bed. He stared at it as she walked away. It was just a first-aid kit. 
 
She opened the drawer and pulled out the first t-shirt on top, which was a short sleeve shirt. “No!” he suddenly almost shouted, causing her to jump and drop the shirt. 
 
“W-what?” 
 
“Get me a long sleeved shirt..” he lowered his voice again. “Because….Jongin…he might…” he looked back outside the window. Xiaoling’s eyes softened, understanding what he was implying. 
 
“I will,” she assured him, bending down to pick the shirt up and this time, reached for a long sleeved black shirt. She hung it on her arm as she went back to Sehun's bed.  
 
"Can you, uhm, sit up?" Xiaoling asks quietly and rather innocently as Sehun nods and carefully scoots up, wincing and squirming his thin mouth into a line. Seeing him in this state, Xiaoling quickly grabs a hold of his elbow, leveling him upright so that he was in a comfortable position, his weight leaning against the smaller of the two. 

As soon as Xiaoling felt that Sehun was fine, she tugs at the him of Sehun's shirt, causing the Korean to lift his arms up with a small but painful wince. She mildly pauses and as if sensing her discomfort, Sehun does the same and locks eyes with her.  

Xiaoling couldn't help but notice how truly beautiful his eyes are. They are a deep shade of brown, mesmerizing and charming that could send anyone into a dazed state, which is exactly what she does.  

Her eyes fog and her head felt lightweight as she sways to the side. Upon noticing this, Sehun is the one to quickly hold her upright this time and as soon as his skin makes contact with the side of her curves, a warming feeling spread throughout the spots, as if a big splotch of sweetness made contact with each other. 

Xiaoling snaps back to reality as soon as she felt Sehun's odd gaze towards her, her head shaking from embarrassment and cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. "S-sorry," she quickly apologizes and Sehun could only stare, red spreading on his cheeks as well. 

"Uhm," Xiaoling coughs quietly, noticing the hands holding her side and this triggers Sehun's senses to remove them, replacing them back onto the sheets.  

"Sorry," He apologizes this time, looking anywhere but at her.  

An awkward silence fumes upon them and before anything else could happen, Xiaoling decided to get this over  with. 

"Can you lift up your arms?"  

Sehun raises his arms slightly upwards, looking as if he were to reach the sky like a little kid and Xiaoling had to stiffle back a laugh and grunts in replacement. He eyes her weirdly but she continues anyway. 

The padding of her fingers danced on the edge before she slowly lifts it up, heart racing when her eyes are met with the pale and smooth skin. 

Sehun's eyes were on her the whole time. He trailed her fingers and noticed the shy touches she has with the shirt and when it was time to get it over the arm, she struggled, having to lean towards him at an odd angle and position. This emitted heat from both bodies but the other didn't seem to notice, as she was busy trying to slip his head out of the shirt. 

She neatly lays the shirt down and observe his bandages. Some of them were slightly soaked with blood, dry and fresh. She unclips the pen holding the bandages together and removes them, tossing them into his bin of trash. The scars have healed in the short time period, but it wasn't entirely. Parts and bits are still open and she worried for him. 

No one spoke, having being busy on attending the wounds while Sehun tries to think of anything else other than the person who is oddly distracting him  from her finger touchings against his skin. The simple skin-to-skin contact electrifies him, sending waves of blood rushing in his cheeks and butterflies flying at a quick speed in his stomach. 

"Aish," The word slips out of Xiaoling's mouth, noticed by Sehun. He watches her as she shakes her head back and forth disappointingly at his arms and Sehun couldn't help but scoff. His problems aren't any of her concerns and she's dragging herself into this situation. 

Xiaoling tsks her small lips and bites the bottom part, drawing concern. 

Without saying anything else, she cleans his scars with a fresh cotton ball dipped with alcohol before applying a small amount of ointment. She rolls up a round of bandage and begins to wrap them around the areas. 

What surprised Sehun was the feeling of her fingers tracing each scar as she covers it up with the white sheet along the way. The new ones, she was careful with, tracing the soft padding of her fingertips over them from top to bottom. Though it was faint, other scars are visible and she also traces over them, giving a feeling of mixtures in his brain and stomach. His heart anonymously beats faster and he feels as if he were to choke. 

He hisses and holds his breath each time she did that, the comfort etching in way too comfortably and it annoyed Sehun how he felt something break and soften inside of him. 

"Can you stop that?" Sehun snarls, irritated that the girl didn't listen and finishes her job by adding the long sleeve shirt onto his not torso anymore. She stays quiet when pushing Sehun back down on the bed, in which Sehun found shock in because, did she just push me on my own bed? 

"Sleep. You need it." She says with worried etched into her voice. Sehun doesn't oblige, but simply sits back up, rolling his eyes in the process. 

"Just because you helped me, doesn't mean I'm treating you any different. Now, please, get out of the- oomf!" Sehun grunts when something hard lands on his chest, forcing him to lay back down onto his pillow. He stares wide eye at Xiaoling who topples over him, hands pressed onto his chest and face dangerously close. 

There eyes stare straight into the other's and Sehun couldn't help but think how big and pretty they were. Her skin is flawless and Sehun found his eyes searching for nothing all over Xiaoling's face but perfection. He noticed the small nose that seemed a little pinker than the rest of the pale skin, the lips are round but small and rosy red, and the way her eyes seemed lively but... panicked? 

Reality crashes Sehun like a wave and Xiaoling gasps loudly, jumping back from the accident. He didn't realize he was holding his breath until now and releases it once Xiaoling is a good dsitance away. 

Both are speechless yet aware of what just happened. 

"S-sorry..." Xiaoling stutters, no eye contact with the other. Sehun is grateful for that because if he looks into the eyes of her right now, he'd probably flush even more than necessary. 

"You want water? Yeah? I'll be right back." Xiaoling rubs her head nervously before bolting out of the room in less than five seconds. Sehun is glad but at the same time amused from the small but cute act. 

He groans awkwardly, leaving the comfort of his bed and decides to head downstairs, Xiaoling probably not being too far off. It was an awkward situation, but Sehun really need to talk to her about earlier before he had fallen asleep. 

When he reaches downstairs, he spots Xiaoling in the kitchen, elbows propped on the marble countertop and her eyes gazing at something that wasn't there. 

"I thought you were going to get me water?" Sehun asks with a monotone voice. The small body jumps with surprise and shrieks with a girly tone that matched her perfectly well. Sehun almost smiled but forced himself to not. 

"I-I am!" She says, gathering a glass cup from the brown cabinet, letting hot water from the sink stream into the crystal cup. She clumsily hands him the water and before he could sip it, he grabs a hold of her thin wrist, dragging her to the dinner table. 

"Sehun-ah, what are you doing?"  

"I'm trusting you to keep this whole thing a secret." He says, eyes glowering at her. She bites the bottom of her lips again, eyes lowering onto the floor.  

Sehun took this as a sign. "Look, you weren't suppose to see that. Don't go on telling anyone or you'll regret it. Not even Kai should know. Do you hear me?" Sehun grabs a hold of her wrist, temptation in his eyes. She ignores the heated stare and looks at her toe covered feet. 

"Let's pretend like nothing happened." He stands up and starts for the door, only to realize how naturally dry his throat had become. Opting for the drink, he gulps it down only to regret it when he felt a burning sensation drain down his throat.  

Scrunching his face, he glares at Xiaoling who had an apologetic look in her eyes. She looked kind of cute this way, Sehun thinks but shakes his head from the weird thought. He turns his back on her and leaves her in the room. 

ehehe. Idk... been a long time, no?

Probably not a lot of dialogue, oh well ^^

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