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14

I don't usually dream, but today it was one of the special days when I in fact, had a dream.

I was laying in the middle of a land covered with grass and beautiful flowers, while the birds sang a song about how beautiful this day is.
and I couldn't blame them, because they were right, it was magical.

well, it was, until someone shook me and woke me up from my beautiful peaceful dream.

"minhooo~"

I opened one of my eyes slightly, with a big sigh when I saw who was standing by my bed.
"what do you want jisung?"

"you told me that I should always come to you when I'm hurt or something right?"
he said, which automatically made me open my eyes and look at him.

"what did you do?"

"well, you know...I was a little angry at my dad because of what he said in our today's interview, and being the absolute calm queen that I am, I kind of like...broke a vase in my room?"

"and why are you telling me this? you want me to clean it up? you have maids for that jisung."
I said, turning on my side, my back facing jisung.

"I tried collecting the pieces, but then I sorta lost balance and my hand landed on the sharp glass."

I instantly turned around and turned on the lamp on my nightstand. just then I could see jisungs hand.
and oh boy, it wasn't pretty.

pieces of glass were in his hand, while blood poured from the cuts, some landing on the floor, while his hand was slightly shaking.
good thing we don't have carpets.
I started looking closely, inspecting how deep the cuts were, and how deep the pieces of glass were.

"like, I don't want to interrupt you while you're admiring my beautiful hand, but....it hurts like shit, so if you could help me.... that would be great."

I got up, and gently sat jisung on my bed.
"don't you dare stain my bed with your blood young man, you already stained my floor."
I said, making my way into the bathroom to get the first aid kit. I also took a tweezers with me.

I made my way back and I sat next to jisung, bringing his hand close to me.

"normally, you should not pull the pieces out, because it will bleed more, but these aren't that deep, and I think it's better to pull them out, stop the bleeding, disinfect it and then wrap your hand in a bandage, okay?"

"whatever, just do something, it really hurts."
he said.

I took the tweezers and gently pulled the first piece out. jisung hissed, almost closing his hand in a fist.
I started pulling the other pieces out, trying to be as gentle as possible.

when it was done, I quickly went into the bathroom and took a clean towel, making it wet in the sink and wringing it out, I made my way back, gently laying it on jisungs palm and I closed his hand in a fist around it.

"keep it like this for a while to stop the bleeding, okay?"

he nodded.

"what time even is it?"
I asked. I didn't have the opportunity to check my phone yet.

"something around four am."
he said, looking at his hand.

"can you explain to me why you were throwing vases at four am? and also, why weren't you sleeping at four am?"

jisung shrugged.
"couldn't sleep, and I was mad."

I sighed.
I can't blame him for being mad.
his dad exposed a lot about him in his last interview, things that shouldn't even be exposed.
I was shocked as well that he brought it up.
but I'm proud that jisung handled it and didn't break down right there.

few minutes went by at this point, so I gently opened his hand and looked if the bleeding stopped. it still wasn't exactly 100% stopped, so I decided to wait for a few more minutes.

"are you sleepy now?"
I asked.

"a little. I wasn't few minutes ago, but after the adrenaline worn out, I am a little sleepy."
he said.

I sighed.
"come here."
I said, opening my arms.

he made his way to me, sitting on my lap and resting his back against my chest.

"try and sleep a little."
I told him.

"mhm."
he mumbled, and closed his eyes.

after a few minutes, I could hear his little snores, while also feeling his breath on my neck.

I decided to check if the bleeding stopped. I gently opened his hand and lifted up the towel. the bleeding in fact stopped.

I quietly threw the towel on my floor, before reaching for the first aid kit, trying not to move as much to not wake jisung up.

I took out the disinfection, hoping that the burn won't wake him up, but this is jisung we are talking about, he would even sleep when there would be an earthquake and not wake up.

I started disinfecting the wounds, looking at jisung to make sure it's not waking him up. he only whined, moving his head slightly, but he didn't wake up.

relieved, I took the bandage and gently wrapped his hand in it. when it was done, I laid his hand down, before I placed my hand behind jisungs head, holding it at the same place, while I slowly laid him down on my bed, placing his head on my pillow.

when he was securely laying down, I tugged him in. I kept looking at him. it was just something about jisung that made me always so.....excited?
that's probably not the right word.
I can't explain how I feel when I'm watching him sleep, in my bed, the pout never leaving his face.

I bend down and placed a kiss on his forehead.
"good night jisung, sleep well."
I said, before laying down on the floor, falling asleep.