“Don’t touch it, it’s going to hurt!” Jongin’s hand drops back to his side and Kyungsoo lets out a small sigh. “But what am I going to do,” he asks, eyes wide as he looks at Kyungsoo, lips pouting in despair. “My cheek is red; that means it’s probably going to bruise.”

Kyungsoo gives Jongin a light smile and says, “Hey, don’t worry about it, I know how to fix it make it better.” Jongin his head to the side, interested, eyes wide. “Really,” he questions; “How?”

Kyungsoo doesn’t say anything in response. All he does is lean forward and place a small kiss on Jongin’s injured cheek. Jongin is caught off guard, and his hand flies up to his cheek just as Kyungsoo pulls away. His eyes are wide as Kyungsoo meets his gaze and smiles at him sweetly. “You kissed my cheek,” he says, voice sounding as surprised as he feels. Kyungsoo nods, clasping his hands together behind his back and rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. “I did,” he says evenly, still smiling.

Jongin frowns. “Why,” he inquires, to which Kyungsoo responds, “Umma always tells me that kisses and hugs are the two best kinds of medicine for boo-boos.”