The boy hisses as Minho dips the cotton bud on his wrist where there were cuts- probably made from nails.
The older looks up and glares at him.
"Don't make that puppy face at me. You should've not let them do this to you. Why don't you fight back?"
He scolds rubbing his skin with the antiseptic liquid.
"Because.."
Minho eyes him as he cover his cuts with the patches in between. "Because?"
The boy looks back in his eyes and smiles.
"Because I knew you'd do it for me anyways."
There was a silence for a while before a scoff left Minho mouth.
"You're so stupid, do you know that? Stand up for yourself come on."
His smile only widens.
"Atleast I'm something. Unlike you."
"Hey!"
He just laughs in return and pokes his tongue at him.
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"Hey Peter!"
Minho calls for attention as the boy looks back at him. He purses his lips at the taller's hesitance.
"....Why don't you find me pretty?"
The boy wiggles his brows playfuly before smirking at him.
Minho just rolls his eyes at that.
"Hey I'm serious."
"Oh I thought you were Minho."
"Peter." The older deadpan.
"I-I don't feel so good Mister Stark--"
"Shut the fuck up. That's traumatizing."
Minho groans before hitting him on his chest which made him stop and laugh out loudly.
Minho couldn't help but feel his heart tingling at the sound of his laughter.
But he maintained his poker face.
After having a dying hyena fit the boy wipes his tears off and coughs a little.
He looks at Minho with a soft smile.
"Why don't you smile, hyung?"
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