My body stiffened when I felt arms wrap around me and thingers run through my hair.
"Jun?" I croaked out.
He shifted and tried to get up, only to bring his hand to his forehead and groan in pain.
"What happened?" He rasped. Slowly moving to sit up on the wall, with my help so that he wouldn't slip over.
"That guy," I motioned to the man who was still unconscious "Tried to kill you."
"Oh." He rubbed his head again, only to come into contact with his bandage that I had applied.
"Try not to move the bandage." He smiled lightly at me.
"You saved me." I blushed and looked down.
"I can't say the same for your ukulele."
He looked to the discarded, smashed pieces on the floor.
"She was old anyway." That made butterflys appear in my stomach. The fact that he cared so much for his now broken ukulele made me want to cry.
I then helped him up and put my arm around his waist. Supporting him as we both made our way out the garden stepping over the unnecessary oxygen vacuum.
"I'll take you home."
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Ukulele Boy | Junhui
Ficción General"You look at me like there's something worth looking at." ✗Wen Junhui✗ ❖Trigger Warning❖
