for him | lmh

06

"omo! omo! omo!" i squealed to myself. "ottoke!"

i rushed over to minhyuk and checked for a pulse and breath. as soon as i found one, i carried him carefully to the bed.

"mian, mian, mian," i murmured quietly.

he didn't get hit too bad, there's no need for paramedics. urgghh why doesn't he have some sort of medical maids or whatever in his house?

i exhaled because this was my only choice,

cpr.

i bit my lip before leaning in.

why why why

my lips came in contact with his...soft...lips.

aish, stop thinking those things, blair. he's a tyrant, and this is a life or death situation.

i carried on with the cpr. occasionally, i checked for a pulse.

"yah, why aren't you waking up?"

i leaned in for cpr again, but a pair of hands grabbed my face.

and before i knew it, lee minhyuk was kissing me.

i slowly melted into the kiss and we moved in a pace. i paused for a moment.

"i thought you were unconscious," i whispered, breathing hard.

i felt him smirk against my lips, and i got my answer.

ahahahhaha...this was so
awkward to write. sos.
holy water please.