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“Jaejoong!” I cried, running to the counter.

“Yunho! Don’t look!” Jaejoong exclaimed, covering the wound with his hand.

“No!” I protested, lifting his hand away. “Let me treat it, it’s all my fault…”

“Yunho-ah…” Jaejoong croaked.

I dashed to the kitchen counters, pulling the drawers as I get access of the first aid kit.

“Go to the living room,” I said, putting the first aid kit onto the coffee table.

“Fine…” he sighed, inching towards the dining room.

“I owe you a lot. This is the least I can do for you,” I said, watching him sit on the couch.

“Did you wash it already?” I asked.

“Yeah…” he muttered, showing his fatigue. 

“Lay down so I can treat it…if you don’t want to look, just close your eyes…okay?”

“Okay…” he nodded, resting his head on the arm rest as he lays down.

Knowing this Kim Jaejoong for almost three weeks, this was the first time I’ve seen him so vulnerable.

I took his arm within my gentle grasp, examining the severity of the wound. Dried blood surrounded the incision. The hem of Jaejoong’s tank top rolled upwards, unveiling his bare stomach.

“Let…let me put the anti biotic,” I said, reaching for the ointment inside the kit.

The sticky, thick substance made its way onto the tip of my finger as I squeezed the tube. Jaejoong’s eyes squinted, his eyebrows scrunching together as I dabbed the ointment onto the wound.

“Ouch…” he whimpered, gritting his teeth.

“It’s okay now…” I croaked. “Let…let me wrap it…” I said, unrolling the gauze.

Around his frail, limp arm I wrapped a thick amount of gauze, covering the sight of the wound as I secured the cotton tightly.

“...you look so pitiful,” I said, returning the contents of the kit inside. Once I finished, I close the lid, securing it with the latch. I rose to my feet, intending to go to the kitchen.

About to move from my spot, his fingers enfold around my wrist, holding me back.

“Yunho…don’t go…just stay here…”

“I was just going to go to-,”

“Yah bastard…if I tell you to stay…stay…”

The bastard that I knew Kim Jaejoong was back to his senses.

“Fine,” I said, sinking down to the ground. I let go of the kit, pushing it aside,

“Yunho-ah…just keep me company ‘till I go to sleep…it still hurts…if you’re here…at least your stupid ramblings will help distract me from my pain…”

I sprung the edge of my palm to my forehead as an excruciating, monstrous pain throbs against my skull, putting me into a state of torture.

I shifted my attention to the boy’s helpless gaze as my knees wavered, taking in the sight of his battered face.

“What the hell happened to you punk?!” I exclaimed, getting a hold of his shoulders.

“It…it hurts…”

“Aish!! Who the did this to you?!!” I screamed, rattling him.

“Don’t do that…”

“Why the are you so calm!! They ing hit you!” I cried.

“Yunho-ah…”

“Just tell me their ing names!! Who dared tried to with you?!! I will ing kill their asses!!” I asked, demanding for an answer.

“It’s…it’s…”

“Yunho…is there anything wrong?” Jaejoong asked, rising from the arm seat.

“No…no Jaejoong…” I stuttered, avoiding his gaze. “Just a migraine…that’s all…”

“Okay,” he said, returning to his previous position.

After a few seconds, the sound of Jaejoong’s calm, slow breaths consume the room. His eyes were closed tight, exhibiting the intricate details of his eyelashes. Not a sign of distress or pain was to be seen within the innocence he emitted.

“Good night,” I said, springing up from the ground. Taking notice of the woolen throw blanket resting on the arm rest, I took it within my grasp and spread it on his lifeless body.

~~

“Does you arm hurt?” I asked, nearing Jaejoong.

Jaejoong sat across the T.V, working on the puzzle, although his focus was clearly on the screen.

“Yeah…but what can I do?” he asked, looking at his bandaged arm.

“Do you want me to clean it again?” I asked, sitting on the couch, facing the back of his head. 

“No…I already did that…” he replied. “You’re up late.”

“I know well, actually I kinda wanted to work on this puzzle with you,” I said, sliding myself to the ground. “It looks interesting…” I said, grazing my eyes at the numerous pieces spread out.

“It is,” he replied, attempting to fit one piece into the edge.

“What’s it supposed to be?” I asked, picking up one of the fragments.

“It’s supposed to be an oak tree,” he replied.

“Why did you get a one-thousand-piece puzzle…you should’ve got the one hundred piece ones…it’s taking up the whole table…” I remarked, getting another piece after failing to make ends meet with the previous puzzle.

“It stimulates your mind…” he replied in a nonchalant way. “Oh! That fits!” he chimed. Despite the puzzle fitting, the picture remained undistinguishable.

“This is going to take us five months to finish,” I sighed. I flickered my eyes from the table, putting my focus on the commercial playing.

Hello! We are TVXQ!

Oh Youngwoong-hyung…I’m so hungry!  

Oh Max!! Didn’t you just eat ramen?!

Oh Max~~It’s U-know-hyung… guess what I got you?!

What is it Hyung?!!

I got you Nongshim Ramen!!

Wahhhhhh~~!!! Thanks Hyung!!!

Satisfaction takes over the Max’s guy face as he slurps the ramen’s soup.

Omo!! This is the b