Not Into You; Changjin

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Han
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     As soon as I stand up, I regret it. My ankle hasn't improved since yesterday. It hurts like shit, so I look at it, trying to convince myself that it's just in my head.

     "FUCK!"

     Felix falls out of his bunk onto Zhang's below it, "WHAT HAPPENED?! WHO DIED?"

     "Sorry," I rush over to him to make sure he's okay, "SHIT!"

     "Crikey, Han," Felix sees my swollen ankle, "You should go to the hospital."

     "Yeah, probably," I nod, "What time is it?"

     "Does it matter? You--"

     A knock on the door interrupts Felix, "Hello?"

     Felix stands and opens the door, "Oh, hey hyung."

     I look up to see Lee at the door, "Is everything alright? I heard some yelling, so I thought I'd check on you."

     "Yeah," I say, "Just forgot about my ankle."

     "How is it?" he walks past Felix to where I'm sitting on the floor, "Do you have a brace? Is it swo- shit! That looks painful. Do you need to go to the hospital? I'm sure Binnie would let me borrow his car if I asked. I can give you a ride, so you don't have to take transit."

     "Slow down," I sigh and look at him, "I have no idea what you just said."

     "Do you have a brace?"

     I shake my head, "I left it at home."

     "It's alright," he pulls one out of his book bag, "I had this one in case I got injured while dancing. If you want, you can use it. It's clean."

     "Thanks," I smile at him and start putting it on.

     "Do you need a ride to the hospital?"

     "Don't you have class?"

     "It's Sunday."

     "I can't ask you to do that."

     "Seriously," he looks into my eyes, "You should get it checked."

     I nod, "Thank you."

     "Of course," he nods, "Do you need help standing? I can give you a piggyback again."

     "It's probably fine, but... I should probably get a shirt on before we go."

     Lee looks down at me, and his ears turn red, "I didn't notice, sorry. I- uh, I'll wait outside."

     "I mean... It's fine? It's not like my dick was hanging out."

     He gets even redder, "Yeah, right."

     I laugh, "Help me stand?"

     He grabs my extended arm and helps me stand, careful of my ankle, "Did the brace help?"

     "It feels better while at rest, but I don't really wanna try putting weight on it. That's how I ended up on the floor. Are you sure it's fine to use Seo's car?"

     "I'll go ask him while you get dressed."

     "Thanks, hyung."

     He nods, "See ya in like two seconds."

     "Hah, yeah," I limp over to my dresser and throw a random t-shirt on. I put my shoes on and go into the hallway. 

     "Let's go," Lee says and offers an arm to support me, "So you don't hurt it more."

     "Thanks," I lean on his arm as we walk. 

     "Let's just go to the trainer's office instead. Doesn't make sense to go all the way to the hospital. I was just freaking out when I mentioned the hospital."

     "Thanks for coming with me, hyung."

     "Call me Minho."

     "Well, thanks, Minho," I grin, "Lee Minho?"

     "Yeah?"

     "Nothing, just saying it."

     He smirks, "Don't wear it out."

     "Fuck you."

     "Fine, have fun in the exam room by yourself," he starts to stand, but I grab his arm.

     "No, don't leave meeee," I look into his eyes and blink obnoxiously, "Minho-hyung."

     He rolls his eyes, "I wasn't actually gonna leave."

     "I know," I smile, "Thank you."

     "Follow me," a student tells us when we get there.

     "Thank you," I say, and we follow her to an exam room.

     When I sit on the table, Minho looks like he's about to go sit on the chair. He turns to go, but I touch his arm. I shake my head, pleading him to stay by me. I get really anxious at the doctor's. It's just as scary when it's just a physical trainer. Minho gets the hint, and he smiles at me, trying to comfort me. As the examination ensues, I put my hand in Lee's; the physical contact provides a bit more comfort. He squeezes my hand reassuringly.

     They gave me a boot and a crutch. It wasn't broken, but it was a really bad sprain. I shouldn't have tried to tough it out 'cause the second time I did it, it hurt way worse.

     "Thanks for coming with me, Minho."

     "No, it's nothing," he smiles, "Sorry I let it happen. I should've seen the pothole."

     "That was not your fault, don't even start with that. It was dark. You probably didn't even see it."

     He shakes his head, "Still."

     "Oh, my bad. Sorry for not noticing every little thing that could possibly hurt you. It's absolutely my fault that you sprained your ankle because you tripped on something I didn't even see," I roll my eyes, "You know how stupid you sound?"

     "Sorry."

     "Don't apologize to me. Apologize to yourself. You're being an ass to you, not to me."

     "Oh," he looks down, "How's your foot?"

     I lean on my crutch, "My foot's fine. Where it joins my leg isn't."

     "Hah," he looks at me, "Seriously, though, I'm glad you're okay."

     I smile, "Thanks, Minho."

     It's finally time for lunch. This morning wasn't honestly that long. It went quickly because I was up and around, but I'm kinda grateful that I got to spend time with Minho. They have gimbap and a few other things available. I dunno; I just got gimbap. It was the first and tastiest thing I saw. Minho sits next to me.

     "What's your favorite class?" I ask.

     "I really enjoy Contemporary Dance."

     "Oh, that sounds fun. I like Advanced Harmony."

     "Sounds like a girl group."

      I laugh, "It kinda does."

      He ruffles my hair, "How's your foot?"

     "Meh, I'm just glad I have a crutch now."

     "Me too," he smiles, "I don't want you to hurt anymore."

     "Aigoo, I should probably head to the dorms."

     "I'll go with you," he shoves the rest of his food into his mouth.

     "Don't choke, Minho."

     He finishes chewing, "No choking occurred. Let me take care of your tray."

     "No, I ca-" before I can refuse his help, he's already gone with both of our trays. In a few minutes, he's back emptyhanded, "Thank you."