Sleepyhead.
Whimsical Chaos
“Dude seriously.” Hendery frowned while holding Mark by his shoulders, helping him walk. “Didn’t nurse Do warn you about looking after your knee?”
Mark had his eyes cast on the ground, not daring to look and face the nurse’s wrath once they entered the dreaded but necessary infirmary. The feared nurse however was nowhere in sight, to which Mark let out a sigh of relief. The frown on Hendery’s face deepened however because he had no way of knowing what to do without someone medically trained to guide him at the very least. Pushing Mark to sit down on the nearest chair, Hendery’s eyes darted around the room.
That was when he realised that they were not actually alone in the infirmary. In fact, lying on a bed in the furtherest corner was no other than Jiwoo. She was in a state of deep sleep, lying down sideways, a few strands of hair veiling her face. The blanket was falling off of her slightly and one foot was dangling off the bed as well.
Hendery’s frown turned into a grin of amusement and curiosity. He readjusted the blanket, making sure that she was safely tucked in. He then reached her hair, pushing the loose strands out of her face, giving him a full view of her delicate profile.
“If Mr Park catches you staring her like that he’ll flunk you on purpose.” Kyungsoo suddenly appeared, giving Hendery a mini heart attack.
“That would be abuse of power,” Hendery protested, ripping his eyes away from the sleeping Jiwoo.
“That’s called being an overprotected brother,” Kyungsoo countered, taking his seat behind his desk before turning towards Mark. “As for you young man, come here again because of knee problems and I’ll ban you from dance practice for the rest of the academic year.”
“I swear I’ll take better care of my knee,” Mark pleaded the nurse. “I was just too ambitious and overexerted myself. But I swear I will be more careful in the future.”
Kyungsoo gave him a flat stare, not quite convinced by the young student’s desperate appeal for leniency. He then shook his head and proceeded to press a cold patch on Mark’s knee. Holding on the patch, Mark gave a quick bow and scurried out of the infirmary, not bothering to wait for Hendery to follow him.
Just as Hendery was about to call out for Mark, a phone started buzzing. His eyes wandered around the room in search for the source o
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