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15

I woke up, already feeling my back hurting.
hell, jisung should be thanking me that I let him sleep in my bed.
but what surprised me was the fact that jisungs was not laying in my bed.
instead he was laying on top of me.

"what the fuck?"
I whispered to myself.

jisung was peacefully sleeping, a little pout on his face, while I was panicking inside.

what the fuck should I do know?
should I just wake him up and make him get up?
or should I just lay there and wait until he decides to wake up?

maybe I can somehow get up without waking him up. my back is killing me.

I tried moving a little bit, but I unintentionally hit his head with my elbow.

he whined, shutting his eyes even more.

"fuck."
I sighed to myself.

he opened his eyes, lifting his head before looking at me with his pouty lips.
"well hello there."
he said, before he harshly let his head fall back on my chest, his chin hitting me, making me whine.

"you wanna explain why you're laying on top of me and not on my bed when I was so nice and let you borrow it?"

"you're more comfortable."
he said.

"jisung, my back is hurting."

"just a few more minutes."
he whispered.

I sighed.
all I could do was just try to endure the pain.
I looked at jisungs hand that was laying on my belly. I gently took it and started removing the bandage.

jisung whined and moved his head.

"it's okay, I just wanna check."

"but it hurts."

"I'm gonna be as gentle as possible, okay?"
I said, giving him a small kiss on the head to distract him, before I continued to take off the bandage.

the sight underneath it wasn't exactly the prettiest.
the cuts didn't look good yet.

jisung lifted his head up to see too.

"it's gonna be okay, don't worry."
I told him.

"I know. I'm just..."
he sighed, before looking at me.
"I have to go with my dad to this charity thing tomorrow. he won't be happy when he sees this."

"hey, all will be good. by tomorrow, the scars should start to heal and fade. i will clean it with a wet towel first and put some ointment on it. I will bandage it afterwards."
I told him with a small smile.
"now get up so I can go get the things I need."

after a few whines, jisung eventually got up, and I made my way into the bathroom, wetting a towel and taking an ointment with a fresh bandage, before making my way back.

"can you sit on the bed for me?"
I said when I saw him laying on the ground.

jisung whined, before getting up and sitting on the bed.
"you know, if you want to fuck me, you can just say so."

I sighed, not amused.
"give me your hand."
I said, sitting on the bed too.

I took his hand and gently wiped it with the towel.

"do you know what we will have for breakfast?"
jisung asked me as I put the towel away and took the ointment.

"I'm not sure."
I said, gently applying the ointment on his cuts.

he hissed quietly.
the cuts still must hurt.
I'm not surprised tho, it wasn't pretty.

"what do you want for breakfast?"
I asked, looking at him.

"I don't know. thirty pancakes with a lot of maple syrup, whipped cream and exactly five blueberries."

I chuckled.
"well maybe your wish will be granted."
saying this, I wrapped his hand with the fresh bandage.
"let's go figure it out."

•~•

jisungs wish in fact was not granted.
he only got three pancakes.
but I'm more then sure that is enough.

the day was going smoothly, like any other day.
before a face I was not expecting showed in the dining room.

jisungs eyes went wide when he saw his father sitting by the same table as him.
that never happened.
and I mean never.
I was taken aback as well.

"uhm...good morning?"
jisung whispered unsurely.
I could tell he didn't really know what to do.

his father didn't say anything. he kept staring im front of him.
well, until he noticed jisungs hand that was laying on the table.

"what the fuck is that?"
his father asked, taking his hand harshly.

jisung whined, clearly in pain. and at that moment, all I wanted to do was to take jisungs hand out of his fathers grasp and give him a fucking piece of my mind.
but I couldn't do that.

"I...."
jisung started, clearly scared.
"m-my vase broke, and I slipped..my hand fell onto the glass as I tried to pick it up."

"are you fucking dumb?! you know damn well you have to look the best at that event tomorrow! you can't even pick up a pieces of glass without cutting yourself?!"

jisung flinched, and he visibly got more anxious.

"I...I'm sorry."
he said, looking down.

"you fucking should be! this will all ruin your look even more! it's a shame you gotta go with that face of yours, and now this?! what have I ever done to have a fucking nothing as a son?"
mr. han said angrily, before getting up and storming away.

right after he was out of sight, I immediately went to jisung and pulled him in for a hug, holding him close as he cried into my neck.

"don't listen to him, okay?"
I said, gently caressing his back.

he nodded, and after a while of him crying, he pulled away from the hug.

"am...am I pretty?"
he asked me, looking at me with his glossy eyes.

he is.
he fucking is.
he has no idea how pretty he is.
he is breathtaking, even now, with his glossy eyes and a pout on his lips.

I sighed, before gently wiping the tears with my thumb, holding his cheek.
"you are, jisung. you are the prettiest."

he kept looking into my eyes, looking for a hint of dishonesty, but he couldn't find one.
because I was honest.
"then kiss me."