Nervous | Aonung

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"Let me see," I demand, gently grabbing his face with both of my hands.

This time he lets me, his face moves with my hands but his eyes stayed fix on the floor. Moving his head in all different directions I inspected what had happened, finding less than I thought.

"Why would you do that?" I scoff, letting go of his face as I search through the health kit for something to help him.

"Because," he mumbles, still refusing to make eye contact with me.

"That's not an answer," I reply blankly as I grab a clean cloth.

I dip the cloth in some clean liquid, found in the kit before brining the cloth up to his face but he flinches, keeping his head down.

"Aonung you have to look up," I sigh impatiently.

"No," he grumbles, pouting.

"Your such a child," I scoff.

"No I'm not," he says firmly, still looking at the ground.

"Then look up," I plead, placing a hand on his thigh.

"I can't," he whispers looking at my hand that was on his thigh.

"Fine," I sigh, fed up with him.

I want to help him but he won't look at me and my brain could only think of one way to get him to look at me.

I hesitantly get up on my knees as I place one on either side of his crossed legs, straddling him. I grab his face with one of my hands as the other is this holding the cloth.

He finally lets his head lift up but still keeps his eyes trained on the floor. I hold the cloth in my right hand as I began cleaning the cut up bruise under his eye.

He still wouldn't look at me so I purposely pressed down a little too hard on his bruise, resulting in him whimpering.

His eyes immediately widen as he rips his face from my grasp and buries it in my neck out of embarrassment. When I try to back away form him he pulls me closer, gripping my waist.

"Aonung," I say sympathetically.

"Don't," he pleads into my shoulder.

"I have to help you," I explain, trying to push him back by his shoulders but he was too strong.

"Later," he mumbles softly, pulling me closer.

"Now," I try not lose my patience.

I felt bad for him and I hated my self for that. He was rude to my friends and I can't let him get away with it just because he hugged me.

"Why did you sleep at their house?" He asks.

"What?" I question confused.

He pulls back, finally looking me in the eyes. He still had a firm grip on my waist, causing our bodies to be flush against each other.

"Why did you sleep at the Sullys? You know your allowed at mine," he asks.

"Kiri invited me, I wasn't going to say no," I shrug my shoulders. "It's not a big deal."

"Yes it is, I told you I was jealous of Neteyam and then you go and sleep at his Mauri," Aonung scoffs.

You dick

"And I told you not to be jealous of Neteyam!" My voice raises slightly.

"Why wouldn't I?" He asks sarcastically.

"Because I love you, you fucking idiot not him!" I yell, not realising what I just said.

"I love you to and it hurts seeing you with him!" He yells back.

We both pause, starting at each other as we breathe heavily. Did he just say I love you? Did I just say I love you?

"Let me help," I say firmly as I continue cleaning his wound.

This time he just stares at me, doesn't hide away in shame, doesn't flinch when I clean him. He wanted my help this time.

Once I'm done cleaning his bruise I shift in his lap to grab some ointment. Picking it up I hold it to the sunlight, checking if it's the right thing.

"This is gonna sting," I warn.

Taking the lid of the ointment, I dip one finger in before placing the bottle down. I shift again so I'm facing him and hold his face with one hand.

I slowly smooth the paste on to his bruise, rubbing it in. He winced and groans, occasionally pulling his head back which just forces me to hold his face tighter.

"Stay still," I plead. biting my bottom lip.

"Sorry," he mumbles.

"It's ok, just don't do it again," I reassure him.

I continue smearing the ointment over his bruise until I feel it has enough. I smeared quite a lot on, in hope that it would disappear quicker.

"Done, I'll do your knuckles now," I say.

"Thanks," he smiles quickly.

I grab the same cloth I used earlier, reapplying the liquid as I began to clean his bruised and bleeding knuckles.

I decided not to wrap a bandage around his knuckles this time so that every time he uses his hands he's reminded he did something he should be ashamed of.

"Done," I smile letting his hand go. "Now what happened?"

Aonungs face drops as he stares at me, not saying anything. He looks at the ground, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Ao," I warn, lifting his chin up with my finger.

"When I found out you spent the night I was mad, and so when I saw Kiri my friends and I picked on her," he whispers, avoiding eye contact.

I hate his friends

"Aonung," I sigh shaking my head.

"Lo'ak came and so we made fun of him and then when Neteyam came I couldn't handle it anymore so when Lo'ak punched me I punched him back, then we all fought," he explains lowly.

I suck in a breath as I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. Why does he have to be such a fucking idiot?

"Your an idiot," I say, but I didn't mean it too harshly.

"I'm sorry," he whines quietly, looking in my eyes.

"Your going to apologise, and your going to mean it," I demand, standing up off of Aonungs lap.

He immediately stands up, following me as I walk out of Ronal and Tonowaris room. We walk towards his room and I make him sit on his bed.

"Your going to apologise to Neteyam, Lo'ak and Kiri," I say. "Your going to promise never to do it again, and your going to tell your friends that what you did was wrong."

"Ok," Aonung nods.

"And now your going to promise that you won't feel jealous of Neteyam again," I cross my arms over my chest.

"How am I suppose to not get jealous?" He throws his hands in the air, standing up.

His broad shoulders towered over mine when he stood. I mentally groaned, it was a lot easier to scold him when he was sitting down.

"Simple, don't," I shrug because it's obvious.

"But your Ka'nu and I'm me, it's just- sometimes it's hard to believe you even like me," Aonung admits staring at the ground. "You and Neteyam have so much in common and we-."

This idiot

"Are in love," I interrupt, making him immediately look up at me. "I don't love Neteyam, I love you."

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