teacher - seungmin x reader

- twenty seven -

"a broken arm, several cuts on his face and shoulders, a fractured finger. a blow to the back of his head, but not too bad. couple shards of glass got in his scalp and his eye, but nothing we can't fix. all of this besides the fact that he got absolutely wrecked." the nurse finishes reading johnny's chart to you, and what she describes is nothing compared to how bloody johnny is. your heart sank to your feet and you felt your soul leave your body the moment you saw him, but when he gave you a cheeky grin you knew it wasn't too bad. 

well, at least he was still alive.  

"absolutely wrecked? awh, come on babe. it's not too bad." johnny winks at the nurse, but since his right eye is currently patched, it looks more like a blink. 

the nurse rolls her eyes, but you don't miss the tiny grin that sneaks to her face at the comment.

"you fucking idiot." you hiss at him, standing next to his bed. you're not even sure how to touch or hug him, his arm folded into a cast, his face already bruising and swelling up. 

"did mark scare you? fuck i told him not to call you. fucking prick."

"mark did the right thing, you asshole." you scoff, slumping into the chair next to him and glaring at him angrily. "tell me what happened." 

"i slipped?" 

"and got run over by a car? the truth." you rolled your eyes, annoyed that firstly, he let himself get this hurt, and because of the scare that mark gave you. making it sound like he had died. 

"got into a fight." 

"with a bear?" 

"jaehyun." 

he mumbled the name so lowly and quickly you almost missed it over the feint beep of the machine hooked up to his bed. you stared at him in silence, mouth slightly open. 

"jaehyun. as in jung jaehyun. did that to you." you said in a monotone, in utter disbelief of what he was saying. 

"hey jaehyun got wrecked pretty bad too! he's in the hospital too, you know?" he sounded so proud of the fact, but the smile on his face was quickly wiped away when you scowled at him. 

"why'd you pick a fight with him?" you groaned, shaking your head in disappointment. 

"it was uh- about you. actually." he mumbled sheepishly, avoiding your gaze. 

"what?" you spat at him, sitting up in your chair and hands flying to the edge of his bed, tightly gripping onto the sheets. "what do you mean?"

"look it was a big misunderstanding, completely my fault. end of story." 

"not the end of the story, tell me." you demanded, lifting your hand threateningly. 

he rolled his eyes, knowing full well you wouldn't dare to hit him. "he told me about how you two hooked up." 

you felt shame rise in your chest like bile, and you had to slowly and awkwardly lower your hand to rest on the sheets. your throat had gone dry, unable to meet johnny's gaze in fear of his reaction. was he disappointed? was he disgusted? 

"hey- look. you're a big girl. you get to do what you want, make your own decisions. you were mad at me that time, i guess it was your way of getting back at me or something. well you succeeded. i'm not mad." he reassures you, placing a hand on top of yours. 

"joh-"

"besides, im somewhat glad it was him and not some total stranger on the street. that would have gotten you killed. by me." 

"and so- you just punched him after?" you offered, trying to comprehend how a fight would lead to johnny looking like well, complete shit. 

"right, well- i. i did something pretty dumb." he offers you a weak smile, and you tilt your head to the side. you nod, encouraging him to continue.