Mark POV
"Woah! It's so pretty outside." I stare outside the window in my room as I finally get to sit up in bed.
"Alright Mark. Breathe in and breathe out." Dr. Kim holds the cold-metal -heart listening thing against my chest.
"Okay." I begin to breathe in and I shout in pain.
"I can't do it Doc. It hurts." I wheeze.
"No no. That was good. We're making progress, slowly." Dr. Kim smiles at me.
"Gross." I look at my scared chest. So many stitches.
"They're not gross. That reminds you: you're a survivor. Lay back down and relax. I'll be back with your medications." And Mr. Kim walks out the room.
"Biscuits." I sigh. I don't wanna lay down. I wanna go outside and see the pretty trees and leaves.
But I really want to see Mr. Wang. I haven't seen him since Jinyoungie visited, and that was 3 days ago.
I have to tell him right....that I....I....
"I LOVE HIM!" I scream.
"Indeed you do Mr. Tuan. But don't scream, you'll only hurt yourself." Dr. Kim comes back with his tray.
"You knew?" I ask as he gives me my 5 shots.
"Who doesn't know? You have no idea what you do to that man. Tsk tsk." Dr. Kim shakes his head.
"What do I do? I haven't done anything special?" I'm confused.
"The innocence."
"Dr. Kim, can I go outside?" I turn to the window.
"Why? It's cold out."
"I've been in this bed forever. Mark wants fresh air." I pout.
"I can totally imagine you having little space.." Dr. Kim scratches his chin.
"Little space? What is that?"
"Nothing. If you want to go outside, you have to take a wheelchair."
"Why! I wanna walk!"
"You're legs...are broken. I don't know what else to tell you buddy. The bones snapped. The truck's wheels ran over them so they're out of commission."
"I get it." I accept my fate.
"Let me get your wheelchair and we c-oh! Look who's here Mark?" Dr. Kim looks back at me.
In walks Mr. Wang wearing a gray jacket with black jeans.
"Hi master!" I smile brightly. I miss him!
Dr. Kim begins coughing.
"Master? Ain't that a bit kinky?" Dr. Kim asks Mr. Wang.
"Ah. Just let it go." Mr. Wang sighs.
I still don't know what that word means...is it bad? Kinky?
"Thought I told you to call me by my first name." Mr. Wang scolds me.
"Sorry. It's weird to call you by your real name."
"It's weirder for you to call me master in public."
"You could've made him say daddy. Which is ten times kinkier." Dr. Kim inputs.
"Daddy? But you're not my dad.."
"Oh my God. Just call me by my real name until we get home." Mr. Wang facepalms.
"Or else he'll punish you." Dr. Kim smirks.
Punish me...
"DON'T PINCH MY EARS AGAIN!" My hands shoot up to protect my hearing organs.
"Pinch your..pfft!" Dr. Kim bursts into laughter.
"You know Doc, you remind me of that annoying witch called my mother." Mr. Wang groans.
"Pinch your ears, ha! More like pinch your ass."
I gasp loudly.
"You're not gonna pinch my butt, right?" I stare at Mr. Wang terrified.
"No I'm- I thought you wanted to go on a walk." Mr. Wang sighs.
"I do!" I smile.
"He'll pinch your butt, sooner or later." Dr. Kim smirks.
"Shut it doc." Mr. Wang barks.
"So pretty." I watch the leaves fall from trees. Even though it's cold, this scenery sure does make up for it.
I love fall, it's the prettiest of all seasons. All the leaves changing colors, the cool weather, and best of all, the rain.
"Isn't it pretty?" I look up to Mr. Wang who pushes my wheelchair.
He stares down at me and smiles a little. My heart does a weird movement so I look away.
"It is quite nice." He finally answers.
Mr. Wang pushes me to a nearby bench and he takes a seat.
"I wish I could sit on the bench." I glare at my legs. My right leg in a cast that shows my toes and my left foot in a boot with my knee in a brace.
"I can lift you so you can sit on the bench." Mr. Wang offers.
"No. I'm heavy." I refuse.
"No, you're not."
"It's fine I'll just sit in this wheely chair." I shrug but soon grimace in pain.
Mr. Wang stares at me for a good minute. His cool brown eyes still barely showing any emotion. Then he suddenly gets up from the bench.
He moves towards me. His right arm around my back, and his left arm under my legs, lifting me up.
"No! I'm heavy! That's bad for your arms!" I protest.
"You're no where near heavy, Mark." Mr. Wang chuckles.
Woah. I've never seen his face this close up. Cool brown eyes, styled hair, and smooth skin: He's so pretty.
"You're pretty." I admit.
"No. You're prettier." Mr. Wang replies.
I'm...I'm not pretty. My face is hot.
He gently rests me down on the bench, his cheek grazing mine briefly.
"You good?" Mr. Wang asks once he sits down.
"Yeah. Thank you." I smile at him.
I notice how close we're sitting. Our arms touching and I can smell Mr. Wang's familair scent.
"Are your arms okay?" I ask.
"Yeah. Are you okay? Treatments going well?"
"Yep....Mr. Wang?"
Mr. Wang throws a sharp glare at me and pinches my ear.
"Ow ow! Sorry! Jackson, It's Jackson." I hold my now aching ear.
"Good. What were you trying to say?"
"Are you mad?" I finally ask.
"Why would I be mad?" Mr. Wang looks at me confused.
"You didn't come back until today. Is it because I said we're friends? Do you not want to be friends?" I fumble with my hands.
I know how I feel but Mr. Wang is always so secretive, I don't truly know how he feels.
Mr. Wang sighs deeply and looks at the trees, then he turns back to me.
"Maybe I was a little upset." He answers.
"Why?" I pout.
"I don't want to be your friend, I want to be more than a friend."
"What's more than a friend?" Now I'm really confused.
"Oh boy. You know, a boyfriend?"
"A boyfriend? Oh! Like Mr. Taehyung and Mr. Jungkook?"
"Sure." Mr. Wang looks at me confused.
I look down at my bruised hands as I think of what to say next. I know what I want to say, I'm just too nervous to say it.
Cool fingers rest under my chin and lifts my head up. Mr. Wang and I stare directly into each other's eyes.
"Do you know why I want to be your boyfriend?" Mr. Wang's gaze is intense.
"Because you love me?" My heart is beating so fast.
"So damn much Mark." Mr. Wang smiles.
"I...I love you too Jackson, and not in a friendly way." I smile happily. Thank you Jinyoung for showing me the differences of love.
Mr. Wang chuckles and continues to stare at me.
"Are you...are you gonna do that thing in movies? When they touch each other's lips with their lips?" I ask nervously.
"A kiss?"
"Yeah that."
"You want me to kiss you?"
"Ye-no! Your lips are too pretty to kiss mine." I cover my mouth.
"Really? Okay." Mr. Wang turns away and looks towards the trees again.
"My lips aren't too pretty to kiss, it's your lips that are too innocent to kiss." Mr. Wang looks back at me with almost a sad expression.
I drop my hand from my mouth.
"Then...take their innocence." I silently say.
Mr. Wang's eyes darken after I speak. He leans towards me, grabs the back of my head, and puts his lips on mine.
Holy biscuit! We're touching lips-wait what'd Mr. Wang call it..kissing! We're kissing!
I don't even feel cold anymore, Mr. Wang warms me and my heart.
After the kiss, Mr. Wang hugs me. I hug him back. My chin resting on his shoulder, his muscular arms holding me tightly.
"You're lips are soft....like biscuits." I giggle.
"You're adorable." Mr. Wang chuckles.
"Does this mean we're dating now?" I ask lowly.
"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Mr. Wang pulls away from the hug and looks at me.
"Of course! I love you more than biscuits but not as much as mommy and daddy." I smile.
"Fair enough. At least I surpassed biscuits." Mr. Wang smiles too.
"But...do you still want to play with me?" I'm curious.
"Oh my God." Mr. Wang sighs.
"Do you?" I ask again.
"Yes, I want to very badly but I'm not going to."
"Why not? Is duck up the butt a rough game or something?" I am very confused.
Mr. Wang begins to cough abruptly.
"What's wrong? Am I right? Will you beat me in the game? Is the game too hard for me?" I pat Mr. Wang's back gently.
"Mark, please do me a favor, and shut up." Mr. Wang gives me a firm gaze.
"Why?" I frown.
"You're killing me."
"DON'T DIE!" I scream.
"It's time for you to go back inside." Mr. Wang sighs.
Mr. Wang helps me onto my wheelchair and we begin to head back to my room in the hospital.
"Too hard for you. Wow. You're seriously too innocent." Mr. Wang chuckles as he pushes me.
"I'm just curious." I mumble.
"We'll play it eventually, don't worry." Mr. Wang pats me shoulder.
"Really?" I crane my neck to look at him.
"I'm so excited! I can't wait to play!" I clap my hands in joy.
Mr. Wang groans.
"Kill me."
Yeah boi! They finally confessed to each other! Will everything be fine after this? Will they ever play duck in the butt?
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