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"y/n!" someone calls your name. you turn around, but before you can say anything, your classmate shouts, "mingi's in a fight!"
"what?" you speak in astonishment.
"come on, let's see if he's okay," your friend says to you.
all of you follow your classmate across the school and find students in a crowd.
you manage to push your way to the front and find mingi leaning against the lockers. he has blood running down his forehead and some splotches of blood on his uniform. he's breathing heavy, and you also notice how red his fists are.
there's another student standing in the middle of the hallway, clearly ready to throw more punches at your boyfriend. some more people push through, and you see some of the seniors coming through.
"hey, quit it already," one of them says to the person fighting mingi. "mingi, you're letting the kid win?" he asks.
"nah, just letting him stay awake," mingi replies and wipes the blood on his face.
"you wanna keep going? i'll make sure you land straight to the floor," the guy fighting mingi speaks.
"hey, back it off. the teachers are threatening to cancel a bunch of stuff already. i'm not letting a first year ruin this," one of mingi's friends, san, speaks up. "hey, get you and your girl out of here. she shouldn't see this anymore," he says to mingi.
mingi looks around and sees you. he picks up his backpack from the ground and grabs your hand.
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"we're supposed to be on a date right now. why did you get into another fight?" you scold mingi, who sits on a bench in front of you. you had walked to a local park to be away from your school. "i can't believe you got into a fight with him," you say to him as you treat his wounds. "like seriously, it's not worth it, mingi."
"you've said that like twenty times already, y/n. ow!" you had hit him on the back of the head. "what was that for? what if i had a concussion?!" he asks.
"stop being dramatic," you reply as you put ointment on a wound. "what do you want? batman or my little pony?" you ask as you're about to get a bandaid from a small box you keep in your work bag.
"you don't have regular ones?"
"my little pony it is."
"wait! batman. batman!" he pleads. you huff and grab a batman bandaid from the first aid kit. you unwrap the bandaid and put it on his forehead, making mingi whine. "in the middle of my forehead?" he questions.
"i'm surprised that you only needed one bandaid. you're lucky that the idiot was a first year," you say to him, clearly angry at him.
"baby," mingi calls out to you. "can you stop being mad at me?" he asks. "i'll stop getting into fights, i swear."
you cross your arms at him. "that's what you said to me last time," you remind him.
"he's the one that provoked me!" he argues. "listen, i know i'm dumb, but this idiot was dumber for thinking he could win."
you stare at him before giving in. you start packing your first aid kit, putting it back in your bag that you bring to work. "i just don't like seeing you get into fights," you say to him. "like what if you get seriously hurt? i cry easily and i cry enough already, so stop fighting so my blood pressure doesn't skyrocket."
mingi leans in to kiss you. "can i buy you dinner to make it up to you?" he asks.
"you always buy dinner for me."
"okay but this is to make sure you forgive me. i'm just a gentleman naturally." you roll your eyes at him. "hey! i saw that."
you kiss his forehead, where the batman bandaid is. "buy me a plushie."
"i'll buy you ten."
