Authors note: Sorry I haven't posted in a little bit guys as you can see though this ones pretty long so gud stuff is cumin ;))
We make it to the house and I grab onto namjoons arm.
He tenses but relaxes realizing its just me.
"Come on let's get you to bed," he says and picks me up.
He never let's go of me until I'm sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I'll be right back don't move."
For the second time in my life I follow directions.
"Okay."
He walks back in with bandages and rubbing alcohol.
Grabbing a chair he slides it over to where I sit and sits down.
I wince as he takes my leg swinging it around carefully so my foot rests on his leg.
"It's going to sting a little okay?"
I nod.
Taking the Cotten ball in his hand he pours the remedy on it.
He brings it to my scraped up knee and begins touching softly where I fell.
Tears form in my eyes.
Not just from the outward pain but from what's on the inside as well.
It burned my heart to know who's name I'd screamed in danger but who'd I could allow to take care of me.
I'd prefer no one did for this very reason.
I'm in a love triangle that hasn't even crossed my mind.
Boy likes girl he can't have, the girl not wanting any piece of the pie.
I might as well be dead.
He looks at me sorrow in his eyes as he finishes cleaning my wound.
Next comes the application of a bandage.
This however doesn't make me grieve but makes me notice his knuckles.
He gets up to go put the first aid away but I stop him.
"Let me bandage you now."
He lays down on the soft bed as instructed.
I get up and straddle him.
"Give me your hands."
He obliges.
His eyes are warm yet his hands are icy cold.
I rip some gauze from its roll and place the two strips to the side.
I begin applying the alcohol as he did for me.
He grits his teeth slightly but no sound leaves from them.
I take my premade strips in hand and wrap both of them around one hand since just one won't fit.
Once I discover this revelation I grab two more and copy my actions.
"I'm going to go put this away."
"No stay..please."
I look at him for a second but lean down so my chest connects with his.
My head rests in the crook of his neck as he strokes my hair Into a sweet slumber.
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I walk through the doors of the diner the smell of grease hitting me.
