Chapter 8

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"Yeosang, seriously, you can just fake the injury." Wooyoung says, looking over at the latter with his arms crossed over his chest.

"It's fine, Young-ah. I don't want her to get mad." Yeosang reassures, not even sparing a glance at the younger.

"Alright... But you seriously had to choose the sharpest knife in the drawer?" Yeosang stops chopping and looks down at the knife he's holding. He finally glances over at Wooyoung and smiles innocently before he continues to chop the vegetables.

"I still HIGHLY disagree on adding vegetables to the rice." San states as he watches both boys, resting his face in both his hands as he leans against the island.

"So, you'd rather have plain rice?" Wooyoung asks, in pure disbelief as he looks back at the older. The latter stops watching Yeosang for a second and turns around to look at San. He raises an eyebrow at him and the older gives him a glare in return. "You seriously want plain rice?"

"I told you, it's better without vegetables!"

Yeosang slips a curse word under his breath and drops his knife onto the counter, the metal clattering loudly on the chopping board before he covers his finger. He winces and forces his lips together, causing Wooyoung and San to quickly face him.

"I take my eyes off you for one second and you cut yourself." Wooyoung mutters, walking over to the older and taking his wrist.

"Yeosang cut himself!" San yells, turning around to face his bandmates who are chatting in the living room. All the members look over at San and stumble off the couch before they run over to Yeosang and Wooyoung in the kitchen.

"Yeosang, let me see." Wooyoung says, trying to pry Yeosang's hand off his finger.

"I'm fine." Yeosang mutters, pulling his hand back.

"You only curse when you hurt yourself badly! Now let me see!" Yeosang slowly takes his hand away from his finger and the second he does, Wooyoung's eyes widen. He carefully takes the older's finger and tilts it here and there, causing the taller to wince and pull back again.

"Wooyoung, don't do that! Are you trying to twist my finger off?" Yeosang whines, moving away and covering his finger again.

"Damn it, Yeosang! This is a bad cut!" Wooyoung exclaims, grabbing onto the older's arm and pulling it towards him.

"Y/N! Yeosang hurt himself!" Mingi yells. As Wooyoung takes Yeosang's finger again and tries to stop the bleeding, the members hear a door open and slam shut upstairs.

You come running down the stairs and rush over to the two boys in the kitchen. Wooyoung quickly moves to the side the second he sees you in his peripheral vision and watches as you take Yeosang's finger, not hesitating to start looking at the damage.

"Yeosang, you need to be careful!" You scold, while looking up at your brother. Yeosang doesn't say anything and you shake your head, a heavy sigh escaping your lips as you start to lightly poke at his wound, causing the older to groan and pull his hand back.

You tighten your grip on Yeosang's wrist and guide him over to the sink and start to run the warm water. He pulls his hand back when he sees what your trying to do and you glare at him. You both make eye contact and you adjust your grip on his wrist and drag his hand back to the sink.

You bring his finger underneath the warm water to rinse it and he just stares at you, his face blank. You grab a nearby damp cloth and place a few drops of soap onto it before dabbing it on Yeosang's finger. Another flow of curse words spill out of the older's mouth and he winces and goes to run off.

Wooyoung quickly gets behind him and holds him in place as you continue. After a while, you notice the bleeding start to stop so you take the cloth away from his finger, folding it neatly and setting it to the side in case the bleeding starts back up again.

"Keep him still, please." You say before running over to the cabinet under the sink. Wooyoung gives Yeosang a back hug and the older winces and leans back against him. You quickly come back to both boys and dry your brother's finger with a different cloth before you wrap it with gauze carefully.

"You need to be more careful." You scold again, a little more softly this time as you finish wrapping his finger.

"I'm sorry..." Yeosang mumbles, nibbling on his lips out of habit.

"Gotcha!" San exclaims with a cheeky smile as he pops up behind you and gives you a back hug.

You jump when you hear the latter's sudden statement and you turn your head to look at him, your grip on Yeosang's wrist fading. San picks you up and you yelp in response as he takes you to the living room.

The rest of the members follow behind the two of you before San plops you down on the couch. He holds you down by your arms and you blink rapidly and look up at the rest of the members who are towering over you.

"We need to talk." Hongjoong says sternly, whilst crossing his arms.

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