Catch Me (P.Sh) [Sequel]

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I watched as Sunghoon squeezed out a small drop of the hand creme and extended his hand towards me.

"Give me your hand," he urged and I hummed before laying my right hand in his making him let out a small hiss, "ah it looks painful," he commented at my burning red knuckles.

"It's just burning," I shrugged making him let out a small hum at me as he looked at my hand with dissatisfaction written all over his face.

"This should help," he stated and carefully applied the creme and softly spread it out over the back of my hand, rubbing it in circles around my knuckles, "tell me if it hurts too much."

"It's alright," I assured him as he carefully held onto my hand whilst concentrating on my hand, not even ripping his eyes from it.

"Can you feel a difference?" he questioned after a short silence.

"Not yet," I shook my head.

"So it's still burning?" he questioned as he glanced up at me and I hummed with a small nod, "it should work within a minute," he muttered with a small frown on his face as he lifted the tube up once more to read on it.

"It's fine if it doesn't work," I assured him.

"But I want it to work," he muttered making a small smile spread on my face.

"Hoon, you can't just tell something to work and then it will work exactly like you want it to," I reminded with a small laugh.

"You'll give me a hug if I want it, won't you?" he questioned with a small smirk.

"I would, but I don't think you get my point," I pointed out making him just shrug.

"Yeah, you still won't kiss me," he stated with a small nod before looking back down at my hand that still laid in his, "why won't it work?"

"I don't know," I shrugged at him.

"Lets just... lets just give it time," he decided and let go of my hand, "give me your other."

I silently nodded before moving my other hand over in his, making him let out a small sigh before tracing around my burning hot knuckles a sad look on his face.

"Why do you look so sad?" I questioned in amusement.

"Because it looks so painful," he excused and brought my hand up to his lips as he pressed a soft kiss to it, "maybe I can kiss it better."

"Uh... no," I shook my head at him with a small laugh as he just shrugged and squeezed out some more handcreme.

"Who knows? Maybe it helps," he let out a small smile before beginning to carefully apply the creme on my other hand as well, "how long have you had this?"

"Since I was about... 10... maybe 11," I shrugged making him let out a small hum, "my scalp began burning from the shampoo I used, so we got me tested."

"Ah, it must've been painful," he commented and I just hummed.

"It was worse that they normally washed the silks with parfumed soap," I excused, "so for the first few weeks after we found out I would always get burns from training."

"So this is why you won't touch my hair when I've showered," he stated and I hummed at him, "but when it's dry, is it still bad then?"

"Not as much, since I'm not directly exposed to it. But I get a weird tingly feeling where it touches," I excused.

"So say... we've fallen asleep together and my forehead is pressed against the back of your neck, you would get a weird tingly feeling then?" he questioned and I hummed.

"Depends on how long you lay there," I shrugged, "more than two hours and I'll get a small rash."

"Ah..." he nodded, "I'll go get a new shampoo and conditioner then."

"Why?" I questioned with a small laugh.

"Because, when you let me, I want to have you fall asleep with me and I want to bury my face in your neck," he calmly shrugged before grabbing my other hand and rubbing his thumbs over my knuckles, to soothe out the remains of the creme, "I'll stop using parfume too."

"I don't have a reason to touch your wrists," I let out a small laugh at him.

"It's in case they touch you when I hug you," he excused with a shrug making a small smile appear on my face before he glanced up at me, "why are you smiling?"

"Because you're cute," I excused making him let out an embarrassed laugh before looking down at my knuckles.

"They don't look that red anymore, do they?" he questioned and I looked down at my hands.

"It's not that bad, no," I shook my head.

"Then it must've worked a little bit," he stated with a small smile, making his dimple appear in his cheek.

I felt a small smile spread on my lips before quickly leaning over and planting a small kiss just above his dimple making him completely freeze.

"Thank you," I stated and began pulling my hands over towards myself, but he quickly grasped onto them tighter, "Sunghoon I need my hands."

"What did you just do?" he questioned as he just stared down at my hands.

"I gave your dimple a kiss," I excused with a small shrug, making a smile spread on his face.

"Can you do it again?" he questioned.

"Eh? Sorry?" I muttered in confusion as a small frown appeared on my face.

"I need to make sure that was what you actually did," he stated and looked up at me, "can you please do it again?"

"Ah..." I realized with a small nod, "smile, Hoon."

He immediately grinned widely at me before I leaned over and placed a kiss on his dimple, making a small giggle escape from his mouth.

"Why are you giggling like that?" I let out a small laugh at him.

"Baby steps," he happily exclaimed, "it's working! It's actually working!"

"Of course it's working, you haven't said anything stupid, yet," I reminded with a small smile as he proudly nodded.

"And I won't," he assured and brought my hands up to his cheeks," I promise."