I Think I Wanna Marry You

Eight: 네가 날 머리부터 발끝까지 들었다 놨다

Author's Note: I was listening to Sungjae's Hug Me to Joy before writing this, and URGH, MY FEELZZZZ. The angst and the heartbreak and the longing, everything was translated into the song. He was giving her his heart through it, I'm sure of it. I really miss seeing them together, sigh. Which lead me to watch all the songs he sang to her hahahahah y'all should too.

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Chapter Eight: 네가 날 머리부터 발끝까지 들었다 놨다 (Everything About You From Your Head To Your Toes Makes Me Dizzy)

Sungjae walked out of the haunted house still holding Joy protectively to his chest.

"Oppa, you can put me down now, we're out of there." She shyly peered up at him through her lashes, but she was met with silence while he trudged forward, determined face still in place.

She realised what he was concerned with when he found a bench and finally lowered her on it, immediately kneeling before her to push up her jeans to examine her ankle. He let out air between clenched teeth into a long hiss when he saw how red and swollen it had become.

"You must've been so scared inside there," he looked up into her eyes, her ankle still propped in his hand. "Mian, naega chalmothaesseo. I should have been more careful and protected you." His eyes conveyed his apology more than his words, looking pained and sorrowful, darkness swirling in it, showing the conflict he felt towards himself.

"Aigoo, oppa. The fault is all mine. I'm clumsy like that - it's normal." Her hand rested on his broad shoulder, comforting him.

She took her time looking at his face, memorising the lines on his forehead - indicating his worry, his flushed cheeks - reflecting fright and exertion from carrying her, his eyes - shining unnaturally. Her pupils trailed over the sweat that beaded his cheekbones and sideburns.

"Na do mianhae. You must have been so worried to carry me all the way when I'm so heavy," she said, using her hands to wipe his sweat. But when she was done, her hand remained at the side of his face, gently caressing his cheek. She could feel her heart swelling at his sincerity, her fingers running on their own accord to smooth out the frown creases between his brows.

He finally cracked a small smile.

"It was no sweat since you're so light. Na oppa ya," he said, sounding cheeky even through his worry, leaning into her palm, liking her gentle touch.

Resting the heel of her foot in the palm of his hand, he slowly rotated her ankle on the joint, inspecting the damage done on it.

"Does it hurt when I move it this way?"

Joy shook her head and he moved it a little more to the right.

"How about when I do this?"

"No, it doe- ah!" Joy flinched mid-rotation.

"Andwae, we have to get you to a doctor. I don't think it's a very bad sprain since you don't feel pain on this side," he demonstrated by gently pressing on the swell, "But it's better to get it properly checked. We also need to wrap your ankle."

He stood up and put his arm underneath her knees, once again ready to carry her bridal style.

"Oppa," she laughed, stopping him with a hand on his arm. "I can walk! You don't have to carry me."

"Ehhhh, you don't trust my strength? Na oppa ya!" He joked, straightening his back and puffing out his chest to flex his arm muscles. "See!"

"Ya!" Joy covered her mouth and laughed loudly at his antics. "You have the worst case of oppa byeong ever."