kwon y/n
The three of us were in Jeongin's room, all we did was lounge around and talk casually like friends. Except for Jeongin and I, of course. We're not friends, not even close to that. It was weird and frustrating though; every time Felix and I tried to have a decent 1 on 1 conversation with eachother, Jeongin would always jump in and ruin it.
"Felix! What are you-"
"GUYs, I'm unamused and not entertained. In other words, I'm bored~!!" Jeongin interrupted me.
My head snapped towards the direction of Jeongin, he was sitting on the floor, facing us. He looked up at us from his bed like a little child looking at his parents. I'm not gonna lie, that was kind of cute.
I'm not even going to deny that I said that because it's true. Jeongin isn't that bad looking. In fact, he's pretty handsome if you ask me and the other 1,000 girls in our school. But his attitude and personality ruins his looks. Which is why there's the saying, 'Don't judge a book by its' cover'.
"No one asked you, dweeb!!" I scolded him.
"Hey! If you guys are going to talk, why can't I talk with you? This is my room anyways!" He argued.
"And don't call me the nickname I made up for you. It doesn't work that way." He glared at me.
"Just because you can call me nicknames doesn't mean I can't." I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Yes it does! It ruins the whole point! Especially if you use those nicknames on someone else!" He crossed his arms.
"Gosh.. you're 18 yet you act like a complete 3 year old." I sighed.
"You guys are giving me a headache." Felix grumbled.
"Oh really, hyung? Why don't you go tell Y/N to give you a kiss to make it feel bette-"
"What?" I looked at them two back and forth in confusion.
There was a long awkward silent pause.
"Okaaaay, I am leaving. I have to go home and feed my dog before he starves. See you two at school." Felix said, standing up.
He grabbed his backpack and ran out the door. I scratched the back of my head, still lost as hell.
"I guess he got embarrassed." Jeongin spoke up.
"Okay. Since he's gone, leave my room and never come back in." Jeongin stood up.
As he was standing up, he held his wounded leg, clutching it and stood up, wobbly. I studied his face: I can tell he was trying to hide the pain. I couldn't help but feel concerned.. since a wound like that could progress even worse.
"Are you okay?" I asked him.
"I'm fine." He replied quietly.
"Sit." I ordered him.
"No, get ou-"
"SIT!!!" I scold him.
He sat down after a few seconds on the edge of the bed next to me but 5 inches away. I pointed down to his leg.
"Is it the wound?" I asked him.
"Y-Yeah.." he stammered.
"Okay. I'll be back. Stay put." I replied quickly.
I stood up and walked out of his room and into the bathroom, pulling out the first aid kid from the cupboard underneath the sink. I walked back into Jeongin's room and placed the kit on the bed, opening it. I kneeled down on the floor.
"Roll up your leg sleeve carefully." I said to him.
He did as I said slowly. I had realized that there was nothing covering or supporting the wound; it was completely bare. I stared at him in utter disappointment and shock.
"I cannot believe you took it off." I mutter.
"I'm sorry! It was getting annoying!" Jeongin argued.
"How long have you had it off?" I asked him, hoping for the best answer possible.
"Yesterday.." he mumbled.
"Oh. My. Gosh." I stutter.
"I don't even have the energy to yell right now. I'm going to examine it, clutch onto a pillow." I ordered.
I gently touched the wound on his leg, examining the debris in the cut and how deep it was. Luckily it was still the same depth; it didn't change. But it seemed a lot more agitated than before, because his idiot self decided to take the whole bandaid off.
I grabbed a pack of gauze and the bottle of acetone, placing it besides me on the floor. I looked up at Jeongin, he was staring at me the whole time nervously.
"Did you play soccer yesterday and today? Or any sports?" I asked him.
"Yeah..." he slowly replied.
I sighed deeply.
"Idiot." I whisper.
"I heard that!" He whined.
He has a really cute whiny voice; almost like an aegyo voice. Oh gosh, I need to stop calling him cute. It's not healthy. I'm supposed to hate him, I can't fall for him like before. Not again.
"Sorry to break it to you but.. I need to sterilize it again." I confess.
"WHAT?!" His eyes widened.
"That's what happens when you don't listen to me." I shrug.
"B-but Y/N.." his voice wandered off.
"Here. Hold my hand." I reached out my left hand.
He took it after a few seconds, clutching it tightly as ever. The last time I let him hold my hand during this, he squeezed my bones. It hurt like shit.
"Hey. If you break the bones in my left hand.. I'll punch you in the face with the right after I'm done with this." I warn.
"I won't!" He assured me, obviously lying.
I soaked a piece of gauze with acetone, slowly putting it on his wound, sterilizing it so that there was no debris left. He squeezed my hand tighter and tighter like a teddy bear, groaning in pain.
But hey, his hand is warm.
Ew, okay. Get your shit together Y/N.
Once all debris was gone, I stopped cleaning the wound. I grabbed a roll of medical wrap and wrapped it around his leg slowly, making sure not to hurt him.
"Oh! Y/N.." Jeongin spoke up.
"Hmm?" I hummed.
"That Jisoo guy.. talked to me again at school."
My hand froze; my whole body did, to be honest. I looked up at him with hardened eyes, getting pissed at the sound of his name.
"What did he say to you?" I asked him.
"He asked me where you were, and I lied and said you were sick. He asked me why I wasn't home with you and taking care of you like a 'good boyfriend' should," he began. "But I told him that I'm a way better boyfriend than he was."
I gulped, feeling my heart ache but flutter at the same time.
"Then he asked me why I think so, and I said that he played with your heart. That's a valid reason as to why he's a jerk who didn't deserve you. He said that people make mistakes and I agreed with him," he added. "So I said that you made a mistake by being with him." Jeongin finished.
I breathed out contentedly, taken aback by this news. I wanted to hug Jeongin for stepping up for me even when I didn't ask him; but that would be quite weird. I cleared my throat and finished wrapping his leg with medical wrap.
"Thank you for that. I appreciate that you did that for me." I gave him a half hearted smile, standing up.
He looked up at me, smiling back, flashing his braces that I used to fall in love with. My heart melted at the sight of him smiling: but I reminded myself that I cannot have feelings for him. He'll only hurt me again like he did before.
"Of course. That guy's a real creep, I don't know why you were with him." He sighed.
One reason: because I wanted to get over you.