jongdae's list ; [xiuchen]

iv

"I hate you, Jongdae, really!" I said, glaring at him as he laughed while I sat on their sofa.

We arrived at his house, and believe it or not, their house is big.

"I'm sorry, Minseok-hyung," he began before he left the living room to get something from upstairs. He came back with a first aid kit. "It wasn't my fault that you lost your balance right? I mean, it's your body, not mine." He said, carefully placing the first aid kit on the coffee table; taking out the things he needed to clean my wound.

Yes, my wound. Apparently I really did fell from my bike. Not because I was spacing out, but because of Jongdae's choice of words.

I was shocked, the words that came out from his mouth had double meanings to me and he didn't notice it.

"Yeah, right." I said, sulking. I stared at my elbow. Luckily I fell on the grass, not on the road. I scraped my elbow onto a small rock, still; I'm thankful that I didn't end up falling on a thick cement.

"I'm sorry, I said I was going to catch you when you fall," he uttered, slowly his hand tended my elbow.

"But you didn't catch me, and I ended up hurting mysel— ouch! that hurt!"

"Sorry," Jongdae cooed, laughing softly at my reaction. "Yeah, I didn't catch you, sorry hyung, I wasn't ready, I didn't know that you'll fall right at that moment."

"Yeah, whatever." I said, ignoring what he just said previously.

"I promise you, hyung. This is going to be the last time you'll get hurt."

"Shut up." I said, looking away. Why are my cheeks suddenly hot?

"No, no, really. I'm going to take— are you blushing hyung?" When I looked at him, he was smiling like an idiot.

"W-what!?" I slapped his hand away from my elbow. I examined it, I lowered my head, am I really blushing!?

"Hyung! You're blushing!" He said, chuckling.

"D-don't be stupid!" I shouted, holding both of my cheeks. "It's just hot! Yes! H-hot! Is your air condition even working?" Jongdae was still smiling like an idiot.

He's teasing me.

"All right, I think we're done tending your wound." I watch him organize the first aid kit. "Tell me when it hurts hyung, I'll give you some painkillers."

"It's just a scratch you idiot, it doesn't hurt that much."

"Well, good for you then." I roamed my eyes around the house. It was big, it can accommodate more that 5 people, does Jongdae live alone?

"Hey, Jongdae?"

"Hmmm?" Jongdae leaned back on the sofa and looked at me.