Chapter Sixteen

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~Jaebums POV~

I sat on the hospital bed my left arm in a sling with a thick plaster cast covering from just above my elbow and down to my fingers.

I was waiting to be discharged and I groaned rubbing my face. I was such an idiot, I kissed him.... and fell out of the tree.

"You okay?" Youngjae asked entering the room his hands scratched up and clothes dirty.

"You have a stick in your hair." I said and he sighed sitting next to me.

"And you have a broken arm, but are you okay?" He asked again.

I bit my lip at his adorable sass, it was 1am so he was probably tired.

"I'm fine, I feel like a total fucking idiot but I'm fine." I said as he nodded getting up and going over to the cabinet in the room.

He turned back to me holding a sharpie and I watched him curiously. He very gently moved the sling and held my cast before uncapping the sharpie and drawing dots on it.

"Are you drawing stars?" I asked and Youngjae smiled but didn't answer.

He continued strategically placing dots before going back and numbering them.

He smiled handing me the sharpie and patting my head.

"I'll go see if you can leave yet!" He chirped leaving the room with a skip.

After he left I stared at my cast in confusion before I started to connect the dots lightly with the sharpie.

Was he making me draw out constellations? I focused on connecting all the dots and afterwards saw they spelled out words.

Be mine?

I gaped, he actually asked me out and he did it with connect the dots on my cast? Somehow I wasn't surprised but I giggled at his cute antics as he entered the room.

"Let's go!" He said and I smiled walking out with him.

I held his hand in my right hand and gave it a squeeze.

"I already was yours." I said and he smiled kicking the ground a little.

"Even though I'm a weirdo that likes stars?" He asked and I smiled at him.

"Youngjae I like you because you're a weirdo that likes stars." I said and he kissed my cheek.

I was the star in his bruised galaxy.

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