Let Me Know [ m.y.g ]

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"What happened?" She cupped his cheeks, but quickly let go when he flinched, squirming away from her touch. "Nothing," He stepped back inside the darkness of his room. "I'm fine."

Serin stepped into his apartment, making sure to close and lock the door behind her. "You know I'm not an idiot, Yoongi." She took his hand and tugged on his arm, sending sparks to crawl under his skin.

"Where's your bathroom?"

"Over there." He pointed to the door next to his bedroom with his head hung low.

She held onto his hand, leading him into the bathroom and sitting him on the closed toilet seat, tilting his chin up, revealing his busted lip and few scratches on the apple of his left cheek, dark red and bruised.

He shied away from her when her fingers hovered over his cheek. It was purple and blue with a tinge of black that stood out from his snow white skin. "Sorry," She sighed and sat down on the floor in front of him, giving his hands a little squeeze.

"Don't be." he tried to smile but immediately gave up trying when the stretch of his lips stung like the flesh would burst out of his skin.

"Did you clean them up already?" She asked, examining the wounds and bruises that littered his skin. It looked painful; almost too painful than it actually was.

Red, purple, blue, almost black. A tinge of grey and a few scratches.

Maybe it was the way the colours were such a contrast to his skin. Like paint splattered across a blank canvas. Like lightning flashing through the sky.

"A bit..." He mumbles, twiddling with his hands. "It hurts."

A small smile appears on her lips as she felt a tingle inside her chest when she realised how cute he actually was.

Despite his big bad boy image and sometimes cocky attitude, he was really an adorable little guy.

"Let me clean you up," She chuckles and pulls open one of the cabinets below his sink "Properly this time."

She reaches for the first-aid kit and takes out a few cotton swabs and some Betadine.

"No, not that stuff!" He scoots back and covers his face with his hands, peeping through his fingers.

Serin dabbed the swab in the Betadine and turned to him. "You know, it won't actually hurt."

He shook his head and turned to face the shower curtain. "I've cleaned the already. We don't need to clean them again."

She lets out a sigh and tilts his face to her, gently dabbing the swab on his cuts despite his objection.

It was fine. He was okay. For a few minutes at least until she moved on to the scratches on his cheek that looked like his face was dragged against the road.

"Ouch ouch ouch!" He groaned out of pain, slapping her hands away from him, making her drop the swab into the floor.

A blush creeps up to his cheeks as hung his head low, shading his face under his fringe. "I-I'm sorry..."

He fidgets around, hesitating a little before looking up at her, a slight frown on his lips as her silence continued.

"W-Why aren't you saying anything?" He uncomfortably shifts a little and stares back at her. "I said I was sorry."

She steps closer to him and wraps her arms around his neck, gently squeezing him onto her as if it was the last time she could do it.

"What happened to you?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Why are you always getting hurt?"