Promise; Lee Su-hyeok

013. Wow. Even Na-yeon?

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No, they wouldn't. Who in their right mind would want to hurt Gyeong-su?

"Yes," everyone replies, answering Ms. Park's last question about whether or not we were okay with Gyeong-su's time in the broadcasting room.

"If we do this, who's going to step up next time?" Cheong-san slowly asks. "We'll all be too scared."

"You're right. But, let's consider this a way to learn to trust each other."

I turn around, lifting my head from Su-hyeok's shoulder, and open my eyes. "I have a knife! I can do it!" I smile widely, waving the glass shard around. Maybe a little too enthusiastically though, because I slip and fall on my ass.

I look at my hand, which now has two cuts on it, along with an already bandaged bite. "If I hadn't given you a name already, you'd be at the orphanage right now." I mumble, glaring at Jennie.

"Ahh, let me see." Su-hyeok takes away the knife and pulls me up. He frowns, spotting the fresh cut on my hand. "Tsk. No more knife for you, Gummi. "

I sulk, "Yeah. Whatever."

"I do," Cheong-san tells Ms. Park. "I trust Gyeong-su."

Gyeong-su breaks eye contact with him. "See you in an hour."

I speed walk up to him before he can shut the door to the broadcasting room.

"Hey, before you go." I hand him the tie from my uniform that used to be on my knife. "Can you wrap this around my hand? I don't like how Su-hyeok does it."

"Tell Nam-ra to do it. Or On-jo."

"Come on," I whine. "I know you know how to wrap them. Remember when you used to mummy wrap Cheong-san?" I laugh as the memory quickly replays in my mind.

He glares and I whine, "Come onnnnn. I sliced my hand open, be nice to me."

"I don't care that you sliced your hand open. Out." He demands,  rolling his eyes.

I stick my tongue out at him, "Fine. Be that way. Im gonna tell grandma when we get out."

"Mhm. Love you too," he shuts the door and sits on a spinning chair.

"What a stubborn asshole," Dae-su scoffs. "He only needs to do ten," Su-hyeok joins.

"He's not that stubborn," Ji-min says.

I chuckle, motioning at Na-yeon. "Compared to her he's not." Na-yeon glares at us in return.

I shuffle over to Nam-ra, holding my right hand. "Can you wrap this for me?" She nods and grabs the tie from my other hand. "Yeah, for sure. It's for the better that you got that knfie taken away," she smirks. "You're covered in cuts."

I look at her, surprised she's being playful. "I tell you to loosen up about a thousand times and I guess it really sticks, huh?" I tease. She rolls her eyes light heartedly.

When she's done I flex my hand and wiggle my fingers. I grin, "Thank you. You wrap it much better than Bare-su does." She nods and I walk away.

And Gwi-nam's dad? He's a fucking god when it comes to wrapping shit. Lordy lord.

--⭒--

I sigh and sit on the windowsill.

"Na-yeon's going to get mad at you for opening the window." Cheong-san plops down next to me.

"Yeah," I mutter.

"I was joking. We don't even have a window anymore. Are you even listening, Y/n?" He waves his hand in front of my face. I hum, "Yeah."