Tall Midget - TaePyo fanfic (boyxboy)

~ 6 ~

I looked at Jihoon, my expression filled with guilt and anger.
"Don't say anything more," He said, looking around him.
"He's coming with me."

"M-Mwo? Now?" Jiho asked, looking totally confused.
"Yes, now." Jihoon finalised, grabbing Jiho's wrist and dragging him out of my house to his car.
"Now you sit in my car and stay there like a good boy." Jihoon said, turning back around and walking straight into my house, and up the stairs to my room.

"I'm getting his stuff."
"I'll help you..." I mumbled, trailing behind the infuriated boy.

As we walked up the stairs and into my room, Jihoon started packing all of Jiho's possessions back into the boxes that I had originally unpacked them from and was going to put them in the shed.

Although Jihoon was angry, he was packing all of his things very neatly and handling them with extreme care as if they had an infectious disease all over them.

"You're very delicate for an angry person Jihoon." I said, observing him further.
"Well, I don't want to break his things or ruin them, and I'm not angry," he put down one of Jiho's books and turned to me, "I'm just frustrated." He said.

"Why though, I was just helping someone in need." I said, placing a photo of Jiho and his brother into the box.
"Because, remember when I said he was eyeing you up and I didn't like it, I don't want him near you, and living with you is the perfect way for him to get close to you.... I don't like it." The boy said, dipping his head.

"Oh Jihoon. I love you ok, nothing is gonna happen!" I said, giggling at the jealous boy in front of me.
"I know, but I'm just making sure, and I want you to at least have somewhere to sleep! I mean he took your bed and everything!" He said, raising his eyebrows in disagreement.
"Well, I thank you Jihoon. Let's get this done then shall we?" I said, resuming packing.

A few minutes later, my room was put back to normal, filled with my things and Jiho's stacked neatly in boxes.
"Now we're done, I'll carry these down to my car." Jihoon said, picking up 2 boxes at a time.
"Don't carry so many! You'll fall!" I said, rushing over to him, stabilising the tumbling boxes.

"Gwenchana, I'll be fine." He said, placing a hand on top of the box that is on top.
"Be careful!" I yelled, as he slowly walked down the stairs and out the door to his car.

(Jihoon)
"Yah! You, come help me." I said, opening the boot of the car and placing the boxes inside with extreme care.
"You told me to stay put, so that's what I'm doing." Jiho said, crossing his arms like a little boy and pouting.
"Yah! Help me now!" I yelled, getting angry again at the boys arrogance.

As Jiho stumbled out of the car with a huff, I ordered him to collect his things from Taeil's room.
"You're so bossy." He said as he went through the door.
"Thanks, I know that." I said, following him.

As we entered the room, Taeil was no longer in it.
"I wonder where he went..." I muttered to myself, scratching my head in thought.
"Probably the bathroom or to get a drink, don't worry." Jiho said, picking up his boxes three at a time.

"Woah! Michyesseo?! (Are you crazy?!)." I yelled, grabbing onto the boxes, accidentally grabbing Jiho's hand too.
"Gwenchana." He said, but was muffled by the boxes that were covering his face.

As Jiho walked out of the room and down the hallway, I couldn't help but watch him as he terrified me with the amount of boxes he was carrying.
"Yah! Be careful!" I yelled, as Jiho started walking down the stairs, trying to see where he is going.

"I'm fi- WOAH!!!" He yelled, as his foot cracked sideways, rolling his ankle onto the step and tumbling down the stairs with multiple bangs on the way down.
"JIHO!!!" I yelled and sprinted down the stairs to Jiho who had been knocked unconscious and was lying at the bottom of the stairs, covered in bruises and carpet burn.

I didn't think about what I did next, but I automatically picked Jiho up and carried him in my arms bridal style. As I scooped Jiho into my arms, I used my other arm to swing his arms around my neck, as I did that, the weight from his arms made his head fall onto my shoulder.

I looked down and saw the painful expression on Jiho, with his eyes closed. I didn't know why, but I felt crushed inside.
"You're gonna be okay...." I kept whispering to him as I ran down the street to the hospital, clutching onto Jiho.

As I stormed through the hospital doors of A&E, with Jiho in my arms, everyone in the room stopped and stared at me and I could tell that they were thinking: Omo, he's gay....
but I didn't care, right now Jiho needs help.

I rushed through the patient doors, ignoring everyone else who was waiting, and sprinted to the nearest ward. "Excuse me sir, you can't be in here, you have to wait outside." A small, dark haired nurse told me.

"Well excuse me, but my friend has fallen down the stairs and possibly broken his ankle." I said, with sarcasm and rage boiling in my tone.
"Oh, well quickly, lie him down here." She said, a little too calmly.

As I gently lay Jiho down on one of the beds, the nurse inserted water supplies into his arm, and crated up the bed to take him away.
"Where are you going!" I asked, practically yelling.
"He needs an operation. Wait outside." The nurse said.

"Aish!!" I spat through my teeth.
I did as the nurse ordered and slumped in my seat, waiting, waiting, waiting.
Time ticked on, and so did my level of worrying. I was nibbling on my fingernails so much that they were practically stubs.

"Woo Jiho's friend?" I heard a voice call from the operation room doors.
"Yes, yes, is he okay?" I asked, scurrying to my feet to see the nurse.
"The operation went well and he will recover in a matter of weeks, just don't let him go up or down stairs." The nurse said.

"Okay, thank you so much. Can I see him?" I asked, trying to peek through the window of the door.
"Not at the moment, as he is still in the operating theatre, but when we move him to the ward, I will notify you." The nurse said, smiling brightly at me.
"Okay." I said, and sat back down.
Roughly 10 minutes later, the nurse came back out and told me that I could see him. I smiled at her and speed walked to Jiho.

As I entered the ward, I saw Jiho's battered face and a bright green cast all over his foot and half way up his leg.
"Oh Jiho, you idiot." I mumbled, tears coming into my eyes. Why am I crying!? It's Jiho, not Taeil.
I sat down in the seat that was next to the bed, and held Jiho's hand.
"Please wake up soon." I mumbled to him.

Half an hour later I had fallen asleep, but, I felt Jiho's hand move in mine and I immediately snapped awake.
"W-where a....am.... I-I?" Jiho slurred with half open eyes.
"We're at the hospital Jiho, you fell down the stairs." I said, tears welling up.
"J-Jihoon?" He mumbled, squinting at me.

"Yes?" I asked, leaning closer to him.
"W-Why are you here?" He asked, staring directly at me.
"I was worried about you, I took you here." I said, a tear rolling down my cheek.
"Y-you were?!" I asked, his voice raising.

"Yes."