"No! Y/N! Put that ornament here!" Chanyeol's lips pouted as he placed both hands on his hips.
You laughed a little at the sight, since Chanyeol was so tall and literally had to look down to see you, he seemed like an angry mother.
"Okay okay, where?" You had begun decorating the tree hours ago, it took roughly half an hour to actually put the tree together considering the fact that Chanyeol kept laughing as you tried to attach the top branches.
"Hmmmmm?" He placed his forefinger to his lip as he pretended to think playfully, before receiving a large slap on the arm.
Chanyeol went into full defence mode as he recovered from your attack.
You sprinted away eagerly, dodging ornaments littering the floor.
You could hear large and heavier footsteps trailing behind you, since Chanyeol's legs were longer you had to push yourself harder to keep in front.
The footsteps ceased and a large groan erupted from the floor behind you. You hesitated about stopping before you could hear the hiss of pain escape your boyfriend's lips.
You stopped in your steps, turning back to get a grip on Chanyeol.
His head was slightly leaned down on his knee, his uncovered ankle turning purple and blue as he tried to keep his grip off of it.
A small cut was sitting on the right side of his forehead and you ran your finger down the side of his face before kneeling down. His arms immediately were removed from his leg before wrapping around your waist.
"We might have to take you to hospital"
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"Chan you're going to be fine" I whispered as I stroked the side of his face that was firmly against the side of my chest.
The doctor was poking and prodding around his ankle, sending shocks of pain through Chanyeol who held and continued to squeeze my hand.
"Well, it's defiantly broken. But the good news is that your cut doesn't need stitches. How did you do this anyway?" Chanyeol stifled an awkward laugh before looking up at me for help. I gave zero help.
"Uh, the tree did it"
