From Me to You ☆ Jung Kook

Chapter Seventeen

I press down on the keys. I can't help but cringe at the horrible sound.

"I thought you said you played the piano." Suga yells over the sound, still covering his ears.

"Yeah, when I was five." I giggle.

He groans. "I don't know what sounds worse, this or J Hope's singing."

My eyes widen and I try to stifle my laugh as J Hope suddenly turns to us, giving Suga a glare.

"Don't listen to what he says Eun Kyung. Most of what he says is nonsense." J Hope says pointedly.

"Swag."

"My point exactly."

I giggle. "Well anyways, I give up. I can't play the piano to save my life."

J Hope gasps. "Give up? Those words are not to be spoken in this house, young lady."

"Oh no. It's coming." Suga mutters.

"Why give up, when you have me? I'm you're hope, J Hope!"

I smile. "You're right. Thanks oppa."

Suddenly a loud crash comes from the other room. We all frown and look at each other.

"I'm okay!" Rap Monster yells. "The lamp...not so much."

We all shake our heads. Some things never change.

"I knew things had been too quiet this week." Suga says disdainfully.

"I'll go help clean up." I say, getting up.

I walk over to where I had heard the crash come from. Jung Kook and Rap Monster were in the corridor, trying to get the other to clean up the mess by playing rock paper scissors.

"Really, guys?" I say with a shake of my head.

I bend down and without thinking pick up a piece of glass. I wrench my hand back in pain, dropping the glass. I look down where a huge gash is formed and blood is pouring out. I bite my lip to hold back a whimper.

"Pabo." Jung Kook says as he bends down next to me and takes my hand.

I wince.

"You should've just let us do it." He says softly. "Hyung, bring me the first-aid kit."

Rap Monster nods before quickly leaving.

"Ah, that hurts." I whine as he moves my hand slightly.

"You're bleeding a lot. Let's get you cleaned up."

I look down on the floor to see a few drops of blood already starting to puddle together. Rap Monster comes in with the first-aid kit in his hands. Jung Kook takes out some gauze and applies pressure on the wound for about five minutes. Then he takes out an alcohol wipe.

"This is going to hurt." Jung Kook warns.

He wipes the disinfectant across the cut. I grip his sleeve tightly as the tears well up in my eyes from the sting.

"Almost done." He says reassuringly as he puts on the band-aid.

I sigh with relief. Jung Kook wipes away a stray tear with his thumb.

"See? All better."

I give him a weak smile. "T-Thanks."

I mentally slap myself as my stuttering comes back. He ruffles my hair and I feel the heat rise to my cheeks.

"How does some ice cream sound?"

My eyes brighten up. "That sounds great."

"Alright, let me tell the others.