pretty | knj. + jjk.

5

Namjoon

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Rubbing my hand on my face, I sighed deeply before slouching in the chair. I propped my arm up on the arm rest, and rested my chin in my palm.

Jeongguk's chest rose and sank with each deep breath he took. His cheek looked swollen and was slowly turning green. His light pink lips were cracked and cut. The skin from the base of his neck to his collar bones were littered with blotches of different hues of purples, reds, and blues.

"Namjoon, I'm going to need you to shuffle back a bit so I can treat his wounds, please"

"Oh, yeah, of course" I stood up and walked to the foot of the bed, so I wouldn't be in Ms. Nam's way.

Ms. Nam soaked a small towel in water and gently washed away the crushing and dry blood from his skin.

Jeongguk's fingers twitched when the towel came in contact with his face.

I silently eyed the sterile bandages that were wrapped around his wrists and forearms. 

When Ms. Nam was done washing the blood off of Jeongguk's skin, she put the towel aside and grabbed a roll of clean sterile bandages.

She reached towards one of his wrists and slowly began to unwrap the bloodied and dirty bandages.

Suddenly, Jeongguk's other hand gripped her wrist that was on the bandages. He quickly sat up, and stared at her with terrified eyes.

"Stop." His voice was hoarse, and it sounded like it hurt to speak. It was barely above a whisper.

"I was just going to clean them, Jeongguk-si" Ms. Nam gave him a soft look.

"Don't. Please." Jeongguk still had a weak grip on Ms. Nam's wrist.

"Just let her do it, Jeongguk. She isn't going to hurt you" I was startled that I suddenly spoke up. Jeongguk turned to look at me.

"No. I don't need or want them cleaned." Jeongguk let go of Ms. Nam's wrist before swinging his legs over the side of the bed and getting up.

"Jeon Jeongguk! You are not stable enough to be standing on your-" she couldn't even finish her sentence before Jeongguk stumbled over his feet and almost collapsed.

Almost

I caught his small frame in my arms, keeping him from hitting the ground. He subconsciously gripped his bandaged fingers in the material of my shirt while staring terrified at the floor.

After a few seconds, he pushed himself out of my hold and onto the ground, seeming to recover from his shock.

He winced when he hit the floor.

"Jeongguk-si, I won't touch the wraps or your fingers if you let me treat your other wounds. You're not well enough for me to send you back to class"

Jeongguk sighed before nodding.

I crouched down to help him when he shook his head and shuffled away from me. He gripped the side of the bed and pulled himself up.

Jeongguk scooted up the bed and leaned against the wall. He crossed his arms over his chest and huffed, lower lip jutting out a little bit.

Even with all his injuries, he still manages to look pretty.

"Thank you, Jeongguk" He looked briefly at Ms. Nam before looking down at the blanket that covered his feet.