SWEET AND SOUR || Kim Taehyung

26 - Be Okay.

*ABIGAIL'S POV*

I looked at Y/n as worry invaded her face.

"You need to sit down, you look like your gonna pass out." I spoke, taking her wrist as she swallowed nervously.

I lead her into presumably Taehyung's kitchen and sat her on a stool.

I noticed a long line of deep red run down her leg.

My stomach turned, this wasn't an easy sight to deal with for a squeamish person.

"Fuck, Y/n that's deep." I uttered, covering my mouth to try demolish my queasiness.

"It's fine, I'm fine, is Yeontan ok?" She asked, looking down to my feet to see the mop of brown hair pant by my ankles.

"Don't worry about the dog! Have you seen the state of your knee!" I retort, trying to find some sort of first aid equipment in the cupboards.

"I'm not gonna look." She groaned in pain, she extended her neck to face the roof, eyes squeezed shut.

She was struggling.

"Hold on I'll find something to fix it." I blurted, scrambling around the place. I only found kitchen roll which was waiting for me on the counter. Nobody needs this much goddamn storage. I will never understand the need to waste money on stuff you already have plenty of and don't necessarily need.

"Abigail-" Y/n kissed, grasping a hand above her wound and digging her nails into her thigh.

"Girl there's nothing here!" I replied, running over with the kitchen roll, pulling out an excessive amount of sheets and bundling them into a ball.

I was hesitant to put it on her knee, I really hated this sort of stuff.

There were multiple lines of blood now, dripping into her shoes and staining her socks. WHY THE FUCK WAS SHE BLEEDING SO MUCH.

"Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew." I muttered as I slowly pressed the towel to her opened skin.

"Fuck." She spoke, covering her face with one hand whilst the other still gripped her thigh.

I slapped her hand away, too grossed out to say anything thing and she moved it to the counter, scrunching it into the tightest fist, the the point where her knuckles were turning white.

I kept the pressure there, my arm extended as far as it could be so that I didn't have to be close.

I know it wasn't very 'best friend' of me to do, but I really couldn't stand this stuff.

I noticed her strain a little less, I'm not jumping to the conclusion that I was actually doing something right and reducing the pain, but I was guessing that she was slowly managing the feeling.

She moved her hand away from her face and to the kitchen roll on her knee so that I didn't need to hold it.

"Oh thank god." I breathed out as I retrieved my hand back, holding it close like I could have lost it.

As much as the past 15 minutes have scared the shit out of the both of us, a small giggle erupted form Y/n as she held her knee.

"Why are you laughing!?" I ask, falling into the trap as well, slowly starting to join in.

She shook her head, speaking quietly, "what the fuck just happened."

Her sentence wasn't in any way comical but it had us both laughing a little more, although with the more laughter Y/n shifted the kitchen roll, jumping her body back into pain.