❝when i said i liked it rough, i didn't mean my entire life.❞
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ a nosey couple,
a childhood best friend,
an enemy,
one sided love
and a horny bastard
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"is it bad? is my finger still intact?" jeno questioned uneasily, barely opening his eyes.
refusing to even glimpse at the blood yubin carefully cleaned from his injured fingers, the towering black-haired man leaned back onto the plush sofa, and his eyes tightly shut. with her legs gracefully crossed, her knees rested comfortably on his restless thighs.
"yes, samoyed, your finger is still in one piece."
she chuckled to herself. It was amusing to see Jeno, who barely showed his emotions to others, be so utterly melodramatic around her. it was like a switch. As soon as he was left alone with her, his walls were instantly broken down, and he returned to his childish self.
"Are you sure? the cut was pretty deep."
"i'm sorry, i freaked when donghyuk said that and must've cut you. what he said was so outrageous, right! how dare he infer something like that was happening. he's obviously never been only friends with a girl before. he would never understand." yubin rambled, shaking her head in disbelief. the anger bubbling in her chest, leading her to tighten her grip on his finger unconsciously. "that dumbass almost passed out after seeing the blood too."
"i'm the one with the bleeding finger, and he's the one lying down in jaemin's bed," jeno winced at the stinging pain. "yuyu, can you be gentler, please?"
"my bad. I must've got carried away." she quickly apologised again, releasing her tight grip. "that donghyuk needs to learn when to shut his mouth before he gets into big trouble, and that face of his can't always save him."
this was their usual interchange. yubin blabbering on about something while jeno attentively listened, adoring her silently. he enjoyed listening to her ramble on about her day, no matter how minor.
"do we have sleeping gas? I feel like we have to cut my finger off." he moaned, peering down at the medium-sized cut on his finger.
for someone who had previously punched a grown man and ended up with purple, agonising bruises on his knuckles for days, he was whining a lot more now. After that physical altercation, jeno kept his pain to himself, but now the boy uncontrollably squirmed under her delicate touch.
"come on, it can't be that bad."
"you have to save me, yuyu. I don't think I can make it." He cried dramatically, burying his head in her shoulder and brushing his nose against her, sending unfathomable jolts of nerves down her body.
they were just friends. Of course, friends could initiate the occasional line-blurring skinship, and just because yubin's heart felt as if it was about to burst from her chest, it didn't mean anything.
"Are you sure this isn't an excuse just to cuddle?" she doubted, rummaging through the first aid kit for a plaster while he clung onto her.
"no, what do you mean?" he feigned ignorance, snuggling deeper into the crook of her neck and grinning against her supple skin.
