...love, Sang

Perfect Ten

A/N: So... the latter part is going to be a little OOC for Sang but eh, let me humor myself. I hope I'd be able to give you guys a good laugh as well by the time you finish reading. I'm so sorry for all the errors. This is as raw as it could get. Enjoy a oneshot! xx

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Lunch just ended and the table was already near empty as the boys got up from their seats one by one. Mr. Blackbourne, Sean, Nathan, North and Silas had to leave first to run some errands for a new assignment they had received this morning. It leaves Luke and Gabriel, both claiming to have been experiencing a food coma at the moment already lounging on the sofa in the next room, Kota on his way outside to feed Max, and Victor and I still in the kitchen, to enjoy a lazy afternoon together.

I got up from my seat, bringing a few dishes to the sink, with Victor following suit. As I was about to reach for the sponge, Victor blurted out, "Leave it. The food was great. I should at least clean up."

He was quick to turn his now blushing cheeks away from me and started opening cabinets, seemingly looking for something.

After some time, with me giving him a side hug and offering him my thanks in the form of a kiss on the cheek, he stopped with his ministrations and finally faced the sink. "Ah, forget it," he muttered under his breath while rolling his sleeves up.

I stayed beside him, keeping him company as I grab the clean plates off his hands to get them towel dried.

We both cringed when one slipped from between our slippery hands and straight down to the kitchen floor, shattering all over.

Instincts kicked in and with a jolt, I was about to bend over to pick up a few broken pieces when Victor grabbed my wrists. "Whoa. Careful or you'll cut yourself." He gently released his hold on me and breathed out a sigh.

"Sorry. Are you okay?" I asked him. For a second there, it reminded me how much I hated moments like these. I used to quiver by the second, just waiting for my stepmom to come and punish me for my wrongdoings. But as quickly as I dived back into the past, I soon surfaced back to the present, remembering how everything had changed for the better and how safe I truly am with my new family. "I'll go get the broom," I quickly added.

Just as I had turned around, Luke was already making his way towards us holding the broom, with Gabriel on his tail. "Everyone okay?" Luke asked, looking around and assessing the damage.

"Yeah. Just a plate," Victor answered. Luke then made his way to me first, giving me a quick lift, earning a surprised squeak from my lips, and dropping me off beside where Gabriel stood.

"Just a plate, Trouble. Nothing to worry about." I must've looked nervous as I hear everybody's voice hit a calm point, the one I'm used to hearing whenever I start showing signs of panic attacks. Gabriel pulled me in his arms, with my back to him, as he swayed the both of us side to side, humming a bubbly tune to get me to ease up.

"Oh." I heard Luke comment, his eyes trained to where Victor's hands were. Then he was looking at us. 

I froze, thinking that Victor must've cut himself as he was squatting down gathering the larger pieces and putting them to the side.

"Dear me." It was Gabriel's turn to sound concerned.

"What?" I asked, a little panicky at that point. With no immediate answer from both of them, I gave Gabriel's arm a good whack, asking what they were trying to say. It didn't look like Victor's hands were bleeding so I was getting confused.

"Did you get Victor to do the dishes today, Trouble?"

"What are you getting into now, Gabe?" I looked over and Victor had an annoyed look on his face.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that... Ah, Luke, maybe you should take over for today," Gabriel suggested.

"That's probably for the best." Luke sighed, still looking at Victor's hands, then right at me, a sad smile on his face.

"Why? What's going on?" I directed my question at Luke as I approached him, sliding my shoes on the floor, not wanting to crush any shards, if there ever was left.

Luke pulled me closer and whispered, "You mean you don't know?"

"Okay, what in the world is going on? Someone say it now or somebody's not getting the promised game consoles next week." Loud gasps filled the room as both Luke and Gabriel look at each other in panic.

"Victor's hands are insured!" Luke exclaimed, grabbing me on the shoulders, shaking me a bit when he said so.

A semi-wet kitchen towel slapped Luke's face dead on. And it was my turn to release a gasp.

"Your hands are insured?" I shrieked. I grabbed a bunch of my hair as horror filled my memories of all the times he volunteered to do the dishes for me. Or the times when I got him to do laundry, without gloves, during camp, thinking that it was a good bonding experience for the two of us. Or even those times when I simply pulled his hands too hard when we run away during our water gun fights.

His hands are precious and here he was risking them getting cut by the shards of the plate I carelessly dropped on the floor.

"Yep. Insured as f***." Gabriel nodded while at the same time dodging a cleaner kitchen towel thrown his way. Kota was now beside him, calmly peeling the kitchen towel away from his face, being the unfortunate victim, while having a perfect mirror image of Gabriel's expression. Both looking a little down.

"Not true. Sang. Princess, hey." He snapped his fingers in front of my face, getting me to look at him. "Don't listen to these stupid... Oh, God, no."

"But..." I started to say as I examined his fingers one by one, checking closely that he really had no cuts on them. 

I could hardly hear Victor's words as I whisper words of apologies to his insured, music-making, perfect ten fingers. "Somebody fix her!"