𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗗ˡᵉᵉ ʲᵉⁿᵒ

after party

**WARNING: mention of an almost assault, a fight, and blood.**

HWAYOUNG

JENO'S face was all beat up when the boys joined us in his room. "you guys look like shit." aeri speaks up, pulling minjeong's sleeping body closer. "thank you aeri." mark sends her a sarcastic smile before sitting in a near by chair. "how come jeno is the only one all bloody?" i ask, looking at the rest of the boys.

"this little fucker decided to take them all on." jaemin pats jeno's back. jeno shrugs him off, scowling at him. "they said messed up shit. i won't let that slide." "it doesn't matter if you'd let it slide, it's a danger towards your hockey career, jeno. you can't be getting into fights off the ice." i watch jeno's face soften from his scowl at ten's words.

"come on jeno, i'll clean you up." i stand up from the bed, separating myself from yizhuo. i sense the tension forming around the boys. i take ahold of his hand, walking him over to his bathroom. i close the door, giving us privacy.

"why are you helping me?" jeno asks, assisting me while i try to hop onto his counter. "i could tell you were becoming uncomfortable with the situation." i shrug at him. i grab the bottle of peroxide from earlier, dabbing a bit onto a cotton ball. "come here jeno." i order, grabbing his hand again to pull him close. he stands between my legs, placing his hand on either side of my hips.

"that stings hwayoung." jeno hisses at me, attempting to push my hand away. i swat at him, continuing to clean his wounds. "don't be such a baby. you got into the fight, you pay for it." i snap at him, applying liquid bandage to his lip. "now you can go and kiss all the girls you want." i smile at him.

i rub some neosporin on his open wounds before sticking a bandaid on them. jeno pouts, sticking out his bottom lip and crossing his arms. "there's no one i want to kiss." i raise an eyebrow at him, surprised with his answer. jeno just stares at me, his bottom lip still pushed forward.

"that's odd coming from you. jimin says you always have girls over." i admit tapping his shoulder to signal i'm done. "i've been trying to focus on myself and hockey more." jeno places his hands beside my legs, leaning forward a bit. i lean back, giving him a look. what is he doing?

"are you guys staying here tonight?" he asks, he looks down, playing with the fabric of my jean shorts. "y-yeah, i don't think we're in the best condition to walk home." i stutter out, silently cursing to myself for becoming flustered.

"you need some clothes? i can give you some." jeno looks up, looking into my eyes. "yeah, actually, that would be nice." i smile at him. jeno's hands rest on my thighs before moving their way up to hold my waist. jeno lifts me up with no hesitation, helping me back on the ground.

"thanks." i laugh. my hand grabs the door knob, turning it before pulling the door open. when i open the door, the room is empty. no one is to be seen.

"they're probably watching a movie in the theater room." jeno practically read my mind, answering my question for me. "oh, you guys have a theater room?" "yeah, chenle's dad bought the house so he made sure it had a bunch of extra rooms." how rich is chenle's dad?

i nod moving to leave the room. "where are you going?" jeno's hand wraps itself around my wrist, pulling me away from the door. "to the theater room?" i give him a look. "here, you can change into these. thought you might want to be comfy." he hands me a pair of grey sweatpants and one of his black shirts.