“don't move.” you warn with darting eyes, craning his head, almost harsh with fingers clutching on his chin.
You leaned closer to him, standing between his legs while tapping the ointment against Jungwoo's bruised cheek, not rigid yet not gentle enough to not make him jerk away everytime you attempt to spread a remedy for his wounds.
He's stubbornly quivering, wincing in process resulting in pissing you off. “i said don't move.”
“how can i not. it's painful.” he snarl, faint clicking sound emitting from him, hooded eyes meeting your agitated once.
Subtly licking your drying lips, you let out a sigh, eyes shutting while taking a deep breathe, nodding ahead of time.
You felt heavy, burdening weight pressing against you chest simultaneously, tilting your head away to conceal the guiltness stirring up your expression.
It's your fault why he's in pain, you scold yourself, badly wanting to stop the hot tears sprawling down to your cheeks.
Jungwoo notice your silence, holding your hands tight, tugging it to get your attention. “are you crying?” he murmur heart-brokenly.
“It's your fault, you chose it, you should bear with it.” you blurt, talking about his bruises. Then wriggling his touch off, running the back of you palm over your soak cheeks, sniffling to clear your airway. “i told you not to do anything. i am alright. you should've listen.”
Jungwoo secretly roll his eyes. “but they're bullying you.” he blurt in frustration, almost using a stern voice, nagging you. “they are looking at you as if– as if you were a joke. I can't just stand that.”
“but i told you. I can handle it.”
“no. it's not right.” he halt with shooking head, taking your hands back, leading you to sit on his lap. “bullying is bullying. Whether it's physical or verbal, they're still being insensitive.”
“but–”
“Listen.” With lids flickering, he made sure your attention remained on him. “It may seems like you're not hurting at all but it will definitely affect your mental health. You got my point?” he added, encasing your hot cheeks in his warm palm.
His thumb caress your skin, deep brown orbs were too emotional, too magical in telling you how delicate and important you are for him. “you understand?”
A timid smile finally creep, tugging your lips up while giving him an obedient nod. Inclining your body towards him, locking a deep contact with eyes studying each other like an open book.
“then why didn't you just said that to them. You should've shared your words of wisdom than punch him in the face, y'know?” you mumbled jokingly, hand lifting to brush your fingertips over his swollen cheeks.
He cheekily grin, “uh– hehe.. i'm not good with words. my first instinct was to punch him in the face.” flushing in reddish pink.
“tsk.” rolling you eyes, you chuckled at his response. “look. you're pretty face is now bruised.”
“it's not pretty anymore?”
“nope.” you blurt emphasizing the p, reaching an ointment again to put it on his wounds. “you're still prettier than me.”
