TRUST ME | Brothers Conflict | ✔

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We had entered the apartment complex through the back door, probably to avoid alarming his family. The back door led to a small hallway with two doors on each side.

Kaname pushed the door on the far left open with a shoulder, which had the kitchen on the other side.

"This's a great place to play hide and seek," I mused, which made Kaname chuckle.

He finally placed me on my feet, although he kept supporting me. Without any problems, I made my way to one of the chairs around the table.

"Like I said; I'm fine," I said, "although I do appreciate the sentiment."

And I did. However, I couldn't suppress the apprehension that was rising in my throat like bile. A part of me was waiting anxiously for Kaname to change his mind again.

Every single time, the distance he needed to see between us changed, varying from a breath away to a complete city.

Although I loved surprises, the swings in his demeanour were slowly getting on my nerves.

"I'm not sure where we keep the first aid box," he mumbled, rummaging through cupboards. With his back turned to me, he couldn't see that I was watching him intently.

"If you hand me some tissues, I'll be fine," I promised, a promise that fell on deaf ears. Instead of replying, Kaname kept digging in a drawer until he straightened his back in triumph.

"Got it."

He opened the box on the table, revealing an impressive collection of band-aids.

"I don't want to complain, but I don't think a band-aid can stop the bleeding." Blood was still trickling down my lip, making me worry about the possibility that I would bleed out.

Kaname stiffened and turned in my direction with furrowed brows.

"Are you... Forget it. You would probably lie anyway. I can tell that you aren't fine."

He seemed determined, but I wasn't sure what he had realised. Hopefully, he wouldn't crush my broken heart in the process.

With Kaname fussing over me with a worried frown, my heart had forgotten that this blond man had broken it.

Perhaps, I was too easy.

I was too easy to sway, no doubt there.

Kaname stomped back to the kitchen counter to collect a kitchen towel. When he turned around, I raised my hand to grab the kitchen towel, but Kaname ignored my offered hand, kneeling down in front of me to remove the blood himself.

He was close to me that I could see golden specks in his hazel eyes, which were partly obscured by his hair.

"Masaomi should take a look at your nose," he muttered when he withdrew the once white towel. Cautiously, I lifted a hand to my nose, flinching when I touched my nose. Fortunately, the bleeding had stopped, though I could still feel the sticky liquid on the bottom half of my face.

"Do you have a mirror for me?" I asked him, although I doubted whether I wanted to see the result of that punch.

"Your nose isn't crooked," he said in a reassuring voice.

"I'm not worried about my nose. I'm worried about how I currently look," I explained briefly.

Although Kaname's gaze told me that I should be worried about other things, he did hand me a mirror.

"I look like a vampire," I huffed. Under my left eye, a bruise was forming, making me look like I hadn't slept in days. Blood covered my face from my nose to my chin, where the trail of blood was cut off. The trail of blood resumed on my dress. "A vampire without any table manners to be precise."