guidance room | liu yangyang • reader

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"Yangyang what in the fu--"

"Woah, okay, chill. I'll do it properly. I don't wanna make your headache worse." He quickly removed his arm off you while still keeping the pack intact. "I'll just damp it so it won't hurt that much, what do you think?"

"Yeah, as long as you don't do anything stupid." Given that he made fun of you, you lost all your generosity and just sit properly. You don't care whether it will hurt his arm or not.

Yangyang did as he said, repeatedly damping the pack behind your head. He had a slight smile building in his face while he does it. And you must agree that him being here helped a lot, since it was hard to reach the back of your head.

"By the way," He licked his lips when he noticed your attention being on your phone. "I watched you playing archery."

You paused scrolling, cheeks slowly heating up. "The one before I.. collapsed? Right?"

"No, the one you messed up."

"Oh, fuck." You covered your face in embarassment.

He clicked his tounge with that very familiar gaze of his — that one he shows when he teases you. "Swearing is bad."

"Do you think I care at this point? That is so embarassing! And why are you watching me in the first place?" You looked at him with a glare. He was about to change his arm with his other since it seems like he is starting to feel numb but you stopped him by gripping his wrist. "Do you.. like me?!"

Of course, there's no way you meant that.

You can imagine the face Yangyang will make which is full of disgust accompanied by gagging noises.

But you noticed him staying quiet. It was your signal to glance at him and there you saw his straight face.

"What if I do?" Questioned Yangyang.

For a moment, you did not know how to react on what he said. You had to move backwards and the sound of ice cubes falling as it lost contact with you.

He suddenly cracked up after a good five seconds of torture in silence.

"You should have seen your face!" He pointed out, continuing to laugh and pausing on holding the ice pack for you for a moment.

You kicked his shoe and glared. "That's no fun."

"This is new." He quickly grabbed a wipes in his bag and dusted his shoe off. "Will you really react like that if someone confessed?"

"Why do you care?" You whispered, kicking his shoe once again when you noticed him sitting upright, finally done cleansing it.

Yangyang clicked his tounge and looked up at you, still with the innocent smile he always wear. "Seems like you're getting your revenge."

"I'm really going to leave now if you don't stop your stupi--"

"Sorry," He said. Your eyebrows met upon hearing those two words you rarely hear that from him. "I was the one who was playing when the ball hit you."

You squinted your eyes, waiting for him to crack up. But his familiar expressions of sincerity showed up instead.

"Oh, that's fine." You cleared your throat when he suddenly leaned behind you, putting a light pressure at the back of your head again. "That's sport, after all. Getting hit with a ball is inevitable. I'm sure you did not mean it."