It's you

Treat

"Genchana, Handsome-Hyung-nim?"

"V?"

Jin cannot believe his ears. He tries his best, matching the voice and the body standing tall before him. Is he in too much pain that he is starting to imagine his favourite person saving him in such a nick of time?

Why would he even be in this toilet of this hospital, at this very moment?

His brain is failing him, as he cannot reason anything. His eyes are already trapped in admiring Taehyung's handsome face. Even though it can be a dream, it is such a blessing to see before getting knockout by some kids who called themselves gangsters.

"Yah!" one of the two friends yells, daring to point at Taehyung. "Who the hell are you? Who do you think you are, kicking Sung-hyung like that?!"

The other friend braces forward alittle, pretending to scare Taehyung. "It is three against one! You can never win! Even if you beat us now, we have twenty-no, thirty brothers to fight you back!"

"Kureyo?" Taehyung pondered as he remained grinning and suddenly remembered something. "My bad. I haven't washed my hands. Excuse me for a moment."

With such charisma and suave etiquette, Jin could have sworn no human wants to touch this man. He is so precious and rich that if you touch him, you are going to fork out millions of dollars, that even your parents' lifetime pay cannot meet it.

And Taehyung's absence of fear scares the two boys. They almost pee in their pants.

Sunghee recovers eventually and stands up. He barely says anything and plants a glare at Taehyung who is calmly washing his hands by the sink. The sound of the metal being lifted up stabs Jin in the heart, thinking Taehyung will get hurt by the teen's reckless move.

The swift plunge of the pole towards Taehyung miss him as the young man in suit dodges effortlessly and grips the pole with his wet hand. Sunghee grunts at Taehyung's reaction, trying to pull the pole off but Taehyung's strength in his fingers does not decrease at all, despite them being damp.

The two friends are witnessing the tug of the pole between their leader and Taehyung. To be honest, it is only Sunghee doing the pulling while Taehyung stays absolutely still. The two friends begin to contemplate if they should continue to disturb this young man.

"Yah! You two, hit him! Do something!" Sunghee finally barks for help.

Taehyung snickers. "Didn't you say it is three to one fight? What are you waiting for?"

"V..." Jin mutters out of concern. "Don't provoke them, hajima."

"Handsome Hyung-nim."

Jin cranes his neck up to look at him in the eyes. "Ye?"

Taehyung's smile falters into a short one, almost apologetic. "Close your eyes."

"Eh?"

"Trust me."

The two friends lean forward, starting to run towards Taehyung. At the same time, the pole is up in the air, free from Taehyung's grip. Everything moves in a slow motion, Jin's exhaustion automatically obeying Taehyung's orders.

His eyelids turn heavy and they close his sight.

Bang! Hit! Thunk! Ping! Bang! Ping! Bump!

Those are the sounds that he can make out from. His tears continue to stream down, wetting his cheeks even more. He does not know why it has to be Taehyung trapped with him in this toilet. He does not know why he has to be helpless, weak and pathetic after getting to meet Taehyung again.