HARUM SCARUM | kth. [COMPLETED]

Chapter Thirty

"Yoongi, please don't use the alcohol, please?" I pleaded, as I sat cross-legged on the couch, Yoongi crouched down in front of me, holding a cotton ball.

Taehyung was beside me, acting the same, pleading Hobi to not use alcohol on treating him as well. "My name's Kim Taehyung, and I would be the best hoobae ever if you don't use alcohol, hyung, please?"

"No." he said strictly, dabbing some alcohol on the cotton ball. Jimin, who was behind me and Taehyung, was saying stuff that weren't necessarily comforting, such as: 'Aish', or - 'That's gonna hurt.. really bad'.

"You're not helping!" I complained, looking over my shoulder to glance at Jimin. Namjoon came back, some glass on a tray, that he placed on a table in front of us. He grabbed one of the cups and sat across from us, crossing a leg.

"Well, it is appropriate to use alcohol, to make sure it really doesn't get infected." Namjoon shrugged, as Yoongi held my chin with his free hand.

"Don't move, Taehyung." Hobi said slowly, before moving his hand to treat the wound with the cotton ball. As expected, Taehyung didn't move and managed to bare the pain.

After a few seconds, Hobi grabbed some cotton pads and used some surgical tape to tape it on the wound. "See? You expected the worse, didn't you?" Hobi said, as Taehyung was now done.

"Gah! More like, it was worse than I thought!" he sighed in relief, stretching and dancing happily while I send him a glare. Lucky..

"Don't worry, Yuna! Hold my hand if you need to." Jimin said, offering his hand.

"What if I break it?"

He shrugged. "I'm hoping you won't."

I sighed, before holding his hand.

"Don't move, Suyung." Yoongi instructed, then started dabbing the cotton ball on my lip. I gasped, moving my head away.

"That hurts!" I complained. "Be more gentle!"

"I was being gentle." he shot back. "It'll hurt more if you move." he said. I pursed my lips and moved closer to him again.

The pain was unbearable. It was as if my lips were burning than being treated! But finally, he taped the cotton pad on the side of my lip and looked up at me. "See? You were just too naughty."

"At least she didn't break my hand!" Jimin celebrated. "Way to go, Yuna!"

I heard someone snap a picture, making me turn my head. Hobi laughed and showed me the photo he took, where me and Taehyung had a cotton pad on the same side of our lip, looking at the same direction.

I laughed, "Delete that now!"

"But why?" he whined, standing up to show everyone else. "It's so adorable!"

"Send it to me!" Jimin said excitedly, pulling his phone out from his pocket and furiously pressing buttons.

Yoongi and Namjoon let out a laugh, while Taehyung just genuinely smiled on how we were acting.

Apparently, Namjoon ordered some food for us to eat. So after about 15 minutes, we were already in the dining room, eating.

I took a bite out of my chicken. "Namjoon, you really know what I want! You're my favourite sunbae now."

"What!" Hobi protested. "After all we've been through, Yuna?"

"Just kidding." I laughed, waving a hand. "I like you all equally.."

"What do you know.." Jimin said, turning his head to look at the window. "It's raining again.. I don't like the weather these past few days."

"Gah!" I say, chewing on the food deliciously.. god, it tasted so good.. If only I could marry food and be with it forever, I would.. chicken..