Hallow /WooSan/

- 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 16-1

//SEONGHWA//

I immediately ran upstairs to check on the sounds. Hoping I didn't cause trouble by leaving Kim Hongjoong with someone I knew nothing about.
The argus sounds got more clear as i got closer to the room. I heard someone's voice other than Kim Hongjoong; so he had returned to consciousness.
He was standing right in front of the door when I opened the door. He fell back on bed with the hit of Ajumma's stick in his ankle.

"Fuck!" He rubbed his ankle.

"I warned you not to try to get up." Ajumma chuckled.

"What's going on here?" It was the most right question that could be asked at that moment.

"What else except me getting killed in my own country by an Ajumma and a psycho Major?" He galanced at me, "i see. You're another one."

"we cast his rib and everything else. Though he need to rest." Kim Hongjoong cautiously explained.

"Thank you Mr. Kim."

"Where the fuck is my teeth?!" Jung Wooyoung shouted and checked his mouth like he would find it there.

We all gave him a neutral look.

"What?! Good for you it's my molar! Anyways, are you gonna give me an uniform or i should hang around naked? To be honest i prefer the second one. Can i?" He tilted his head.

It was hard to find him cute or anything with that blue-swallowen face he had.
I was standing in the doorpost whole time, wondering what kind of creature he was and why San kept him though it wasn't hard to guess why he bit him up like this.

"Jung Wooyoung, right?" I asked.

"And you're Major....?"

"Major Park Seonghwa. Unit-2."

I picked a white shirt from San's wardrobe and handed it to him.
"Wear this till your uniform get ready, we still haven't informed about your position in Unit-1."

He putted it aside, "Is there anything else that i could wear? Trash bag? Burlap? ANYTHING!"

"Wear it."

"Or maybe you can lend me yours. I think it'll fit." Jung Wooyoung said mischievously as his eyes were locked on my body which made me uncomfortable for no reason.

Kim Hongjoong grabbed the shirt and threw it at Jung Wooyoung's face.
"Didn't you hear your superior? Wear it!" He said impriously.

So far, it was the roughest thing I've ever seen from him.
Jung wooyoung stood up and wear the shirt aggressively though his face winced whenever he made a movement.

"Good to know a cutie pie can shout too."

"Who you're calling cutie pie?!"

"Mr. Kim." I called him.

He looked so exhausted. Dealing with something you aren't used to is sure tiring.

He turned his head towards me and looked at me in a really cute way which made me forgot what i wanted to say for a moment.

"Mr. Park?"

"Ah sorry, thank you for the help. You did so much. Go get some rest; I'll take care of it from here."

"You must be busy. Im fine with taking care of him."

"Just for your information sir, im fine too, with being taken care of by him." Jung Wooyoung looked at him with satisfaction.

Kim Hongjoong bowed at Ajumma and me then galanced at Jung Wooyoung like he was looking at trash, then he left.
I had no idea what to do with him. Lock him up again? No, he's still injured, might get worse. He's not in my unit so i can't give him positions and if i could, i don't know about he's abilities and he's condition isn't perfect for evaluation.

"How long are you gonna stand there? Im tired! Carry me downstairs and call for my driver. This boy will be fine." Ajumma nagged.

"Yes, just a moment. Mr. Jung, do you know how to clean?"

"By cleaning you mean sweeping and...?"

"Yes. Sure after you rest a bit and got better till your Major get back and clarify your ranking."

"Fine."

He sighed and pulled the blanket over himself and turned his back to me. Disrespectful.
Honestly, far from what I've seen from him, i didn't expect him to accept this easily.

"Good. Be up at tomorrow six in the morning."

He didn't reply. I picked Ajumma and left the rest to chance, hoping he won't make me regret it later.