Min's POV
At The Dorm
A few minutes after Jae left
I look over at Jae's bed and notice that he left his bag.
"Ah, he's gonna need that. His dance clothes are in there. How'd he forget it." I sigh and walk over to the bag, slinging it over my shoulder.
He's lucky I don't have a class today. I could just ask Leo to bring it to him, but he doesn't share all his classes with Jae. I'll just bring it to him.
I quickly put on my shoes and headed out the door.
On Campus
I looked around for Jae, since I'm not familiar with this part of the school, and I was determined to find him myself, I didn't ask for help.
I was walking around a supposedly empty classroom when I heard a yelp followed by some voices.
"You'd think he'd be a bit stronger and more balanced since he's the best dancer in the school" I heard him say. I peaked into the room and saw a boy, who I couldn't see the face of, on the ground. It looks like he was being beat up so I stepped in.
"Yah!" I shouted, then looked at the boy on the ground.
It was Jaehyuk. I looked over at the guy in front of Jae and punched him.
"Yah! What was that for! The fag deserved it!" The boy whom I just punched protested.
To say I was pissed was an understatement. I was beyond pissed. I saw two girls run out of the room, only the two boys remained. I put on my resting bitch face and punched him again, and again… and again.
He backed away from me looking terrified and all scratched up.
"Don't you ever lay a hair on Jaehyuk again, or I can promise I'll hurt you way worse" I spat harshly with a growl in my voice.
"I'm not scared of a little gay boy like you." The beaten boy spat while getting back up.
I grabbed him by the collar and harshly pushed him against the wall.
"I don't really give a fuck about what you think. But let me tell you this asshat. If I ever find Jae like this again," I paused and pushed his back against the wall again as he was trying to escape.
"Let's just say you'll feel a lot more pain that you're feeling right now. Do you understand." I growled and let him go.
"Yes.. I understand.." The boy said looking terrified as he fled the room with his friend.
I then go over to Jae, who's laying there unconscious. I place his head in my lap and play with his hair gently.
"Why didn't you fight back.. You could've beat that stuck up asshole easily." I sighed knowing he won't answer.
I should get him home, I examine his injuries to make sure it's nothing serious.
"Good news, you don't need to go to the hospital… I'll just clean up your cuts at the dorm." I explain out loud, knowing that he still can't hear me since he's unconscious.
I sigh and pick him up bridal style, his back still slung over my shoulder, and sneakily take him back to the dorm.
At the Dorm.
I lay him on his bed, carefully sitting him up before getting a med kit and cleaning up his wounds.
"You need to be more careful. I can't always save you like that.. God knows what they could've done to you…" I scold, knowing he's not hearing my worry.
As I clean his wounds, I take in his features...
He's hot. Like really Hot.
"Staring is rude you know"
Jae's POV
At the Dorm
I open my eyes, only to see Min staring at me. He clearly hasn't noticed that I was awake yet so I let him stare for a while longer before I spoke up.
"Staring is rude you know" I say sarcastically staring back at him. I then notice that he's looking at my lips, still not out of his daze. I gently push him away.
"Yah! Don't scare me like that again!" Min scolds after coming back to his senses
"Stop worrying about me." I groan."I'm perfectly fine, as you can clearly see."
"If I wasn't there any sooner.. I don't know what they would have done to you.." Min's eyes tear up slightly. I look at him with wide eyes as I grab his face in a small panic.
"But I'm fine, so stop worrying about me asshole." I let go of his face. He suddenly grabs the back of my neck and connects my forehead with his.
"I will never stop worrying about you," Min says confidently.
And I swear I felt my heart leap. I don't know what came over me.. But I leaned in unconsciously.
Min put his hand to my chest and gently pushed me back.
"You don't want this. I know you don't want this."
"Who the hell are you to tell me what I want and what I don't." With that, I gave him a small peck on the lips.
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Little did I know, that small kiss would mean a hell of a lot more than what it meant in the moment
