Dazed Memories | Minsung

Three: Jisung pov

I sat down on the metal table in the mechanic and watched Minho work. I didn't mean to stare but I couldn't take my eyes off of him.

Sweat dripped from his forehead as he worked on a car, his arm muscles flexing. My attention drifted to his hands fiddling with a car part, a few veins visible.

I looked back at his face; his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. My eyes lingered on his lips for a moment before I quickly averted my gaze.

Minho looked at me, making eye contact. He noticed I was staring.

"Hey...?" He said, confusion evident.

I blinked at him for a second before catching on. "Oh- sorry- I was just... watching..." I mumbled nervously.

Minho hummed and nodded his head while turning back to the car. I let out a relieved sigh, trying to go unnoticed.

He focused on whatever he was doing and licked his lips. My eyes followed the action, watching carefully.

Minho glanced at me. "I- uh- I'm... I'm sorry about earlier." He said while looking away.

Startled, I began speaking. "No, it's fine. You're the one who got hurt anyway..." I continued shyly, rubbing the back of my neck "...Thanks for that, by the way. Y- you didn't have to help me."

Minho scoffed. "How could I not? You seemed scared." He said sincerely. "Plus, if I didn't, I wouldn't have a tutor." He continued jokingly with a shrug.

I chuckled softly. "I guess."

My eyes found the cuts on his arms and face. There was dried blood around each one and there were already some bruises forming. It looked painful.

"When you're done with your shift you should probably clean your cuts. You don't want them to get infected or anything." I said pointedly.

Minho nodded, not meeting my gaze.

"What time does your shift end?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

"7:30" Minho spoke.

I nodded and glanced at my phone. Only 30 minutes left.

Time flew by and it was already time for us to leave. I hopped off the table once Minho announced his shift was over, my legs almost asleep.

"I'll drop you off at your place." He said while walking to his car.

"Thank you." I opened the door and stepped inside.

He drove us to my apartment and parked. I looked at the building and then to Minho.

"You... you should come inside. You can get something to eat and we can clean up your cuts..." I suggested with a soft smile.

He looked at me with wide eyes. "Uh- sure..."

He grabbed his keys and phone and got out of the car. I followed suit and led him up to my apartment.

"Do you want to eat first, or take care of those?" I gestured to the marks on his arms.

He followed my gaze and looked down. "Might as well start with these."

"Alright," I mumbled while gently taking his wrist and walking to the bathroom.

I let go and looked around in a cabinet. "We should have a first aid kit somewhere in here..." I whispered to myself.

I pulled out a red box with a smile and met Minho's eyes. "A-are they just on your face and arms? Or..."

"I- I think they're just on my arms and face..." He said quietly.

I nodded and told him to sit down, taking his arm and inspecting his injuries. "...This might sting a little," I muttered while pressing an alcohol wipe to the cut.

Minho hissed in pain but didn't pull his arm away. I moved to the next gash, trying to be as careful as possible.

The cut seemed worse than the last and Minho inhaled sharply. "Sorry..." I whispered, looking up and locking eyes with him.

"It's fine." He muttered softly.

I put Band-Aids on his arms and looked over his face. He had a purple bruise on the bridge of his nose, a gash next to his left eye, and a cut on his jaw.

I grabbed a washcloth from the sink and lightly washed the cut. I took another alcohol wipe and met Minho's eyes in a silent question.

I pressed the wipe on his jaw and gently placed my other hand on the back of his neck, holding him still.

The tips of his ears flushed pink and I moved my attention to the wound near his eye. "Okay, this might hurt a bit more..."

The slit was only about an inch away from his eye. I moved my left hand up his neck slightly and very carefully put the wipe on his cut. Minho winced and I quickly pulled my hand away.

I took another Band-Aid and placed it on his jaw. "Thanks..." He muttered.

I hummed. "No problem. Do you want any Advil or something?" I asked while using the countertop to push myself up.

"Yeah, that'd be great," Minho said thankfully, standing up as well.

I opened up another cabinet and handed him a small pill bottle. "Here ya go. What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine." He shrugged, taking a few of the pills.

"Oh- okay." I walked to the kitchen. "You can sit down. The food will be done soon."

He sat down on my couch and I began cooking. Only minutes later, I had finished.

"Minho," I called quietly, walking over to the couch. "The foods d-"

He had fallen asleep on my couch. I stared at him for a second before grabbing the blanket draped over the couch and laying it on top of him.

I went back into the kitchen and got myself food. I sat at my dining table and ate in silence.

I glanced over at Minho once I finished eating. I walked into the bathroom and took a quick shower before heading to bed.

I laid down and couldn't help but think that Minho sleeping over would become a regular occurrence. I barely had the time to process the thought before sleep overtook me.