His Rebel

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Layla's POV

After that traumatizing incident with the song, I had shut myself up in my room.

I couldn't make myself to look at them cause they won't stop laughing and I felt even more embarrassed.

But the thing which I can't get out of my head was the slight smile on Sinn's lips. Did I saw that right or was it just that I imagined it while caught up in the moment. It wasn't even a whole smile but still. Whatever it was, he finally showed a human emotion even though it was for a nanosecond.

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I laid on my back on the floor trying to catch my breath.

Sinn sat on a chair in the corner as he gazed at me with his arms crossed. It seemed he was busy thinking about something.

It was the next day and Sinn was yet again training me on self-defense. And just like yesterday, he hasn't seen much progress in me cause I was still unable to defend myself against his attacks.

My body was however sore from yesterday's training and how I managed to get up from bed, shower, and drag myself down to practice only I know. I feel like shit.

"Once more." He mumbled, getting up and I tried forcing myself from the floor. It was hard but in the end, I managed to.

I prepared myself for his attack and made my mind that this time, I'll defend myself.

Sinn stared at me before taking hold of my wrist which caught me off guard. I winced as he clasped the place where he previously gripped me leaving behind a mark. It still hurt there.

"What's wrong?" He asked and I tried not to look into his eyes as they scanned my face. "Nothing..." I said pulling away the hairs from my face as my face was sweaty and they were sticking to my face.

He examined my wrist before his eyes laid on a faint mark that was left by him. He met my gaze, his grey eyes looked right at me, "How?" He questioned and this time I didn't look away.

"You. Remember when you caught my hand when I was about to cut that blonde bimbo up? I guess it left a scar, no worries though." I said cause it didn't matter this much. I'm used to having scars all over my body. One more won't make a difference.

"It does." He stated, staring at me. His jaw ticking. I saw a hint of anger in his grey eyes. "You should've told me before." He told me. "It doesn't matter-" I was interrupted by him once again.

"It matters to me." He declared simply and I observed his face, it had gone back to its usual stoic look.

"Wait here." He ordered me and I tried to argue back before he had already left the room. I wondered where he might have gone off to when he returned with a box that seemed like a first aid kit.

"What's that? It's not necessary-"
"Sit." He instructed me and I arched my eyebrow before he put his hand on my shoulder and made me sit on the chair where he previously was. He proceeded to crouch beside me and placed the first aid kit beside him on the floor as he opened it and took out a tube.

"What are you doing? I'm telling you it's not necessary I'm used to it-" I tried to tell him that it's not necessary and that he shouldn't bother with all this. But he just shot his eyes up at me.

"You talk too much." He muttered, making me stare at him with my mouth slightly ajar as he opened the tube and pressed it, making the cream come out. He took it in his forefinger and grabbed my hand and for the first time gently, he applied the cream on the scar and rubbed it around it carefully as if he didn't want to hurt me.

"And getting used to wounds is not something to be proud of. The more you leave them untreated, they'll turn into scars and haunt you for life." He said while rubbing the cream on my wrist with his forefinger. I stared at him doing it while interpreting what he just said to me. His words had a double meaning to them as if he's telling me something through them. And I couldn't help but feel this warmth inside my chest.

"Why are you always looking so tough?" I asked him, finally finding the courage to talk to him about something other than our training. He stopped for a while but then continued.

"I don't know. I guess it's just cause of the work I do." He explained and I straightened up on the chair. "I don't think so I mean Leo and Yuri do the same work as you don't they?" I asked him and he stared at my hand but his thoughts somewhere else.

"It's cause they choose to be that way. I was not given that choice. I was made this way." His gaze met mines, and for the second time, I saw emotions in his eyes. His eyes flashed pain in them but it disappeared as soon as it came leaving me clueless.

I never expected him to show me this side of his, hell I didn't even imagine him talking to me, and yet here I was sitting while he treated my wound. I don't know what made him talk to me but I'm glad that he did.

"You're all done. Rest for today we'll continue training from tomorrow." He told me as he picked up the first aid and I examined my wrist which he had bandaged also. He got up and started going out the door when I called him out.

"Sinn," I called him and he stopped, turning his head around slightly, and looked at me. I stared at him as I stretched my lips into a genuine smile, "Thank you." I raised my hand to show him my bandaged wrist and he looked at it before nodding his head in reply as he left the room.