SEOUL: MARK LEE

17 | healing wound

CHAPTER 17
SOHEE

i sat up the soft couch, my hair still tangled wet as i helplessly sat there shaking, the rain itself created the air to become so cold ice as it entered the holes inside the house. even though it was spring it was quite cold.

lisa sat on the edge of the couch, she had different type of tools with her, tissues, handkerchief, bandages, tapes and so. she had a small jar filled with brown liquid. "it's gonna hurt princess but it'll help." lisa warned making my eyes widened. "o-okay."

she opened lid, placing the handkerchief on top of it and hurriedly tilted it as the liquid absorbed into the thin cloth. she placed down the jar and immediately pressed down the fabric on my wound, i felt it stung in my body, it was painful like being stabbed as well. i got even more goosebumps as i shut my eyes.

"hang in there." lisa chewed on her gum, forming a bubble as it popped. "this is the first time you ever got stabbed right?" she asked.

"more like getting injured seriously." i stated and pursed my lips, watching her deepen the fabric. "mhm, but you're so lucky he didn't use the gun instead.... if he did i don't think you'd be here and mark would be crying ugly in the room." lisa explained making my heart beat fast. yeah, i thank god for making that man think twice. yeah the man could've blown my forehead, but i don't think he would do that, he needed me alive i guess.

"yeah... i'm lucky."

jungkook gulped, he looked at me with puppy eyes and a pout. "i'm sorry sohee.." he apologized and finally disconnected his eyes on that tv because before he acted as if i wasn't there and continued watching cartoons. "i'm sorry i couldn't help you there.... i feel so weak now. i'm sorry." i never really see jungkook like this. i only saw his badass side, he's either cool and naughty but now he's kinda soft, him showing me that pout he had made my heart melt.

i rolled my eyes. "look, don't be jungkook it's not your fault." i spoke, i probably spoke that sentence for more that 10 times now, to both him and mark. "it's my fault, even though chanyeol said to you to keep me safe it's not your fault. mine. all mine! i am responsible for myself, i signed up for this, i decided to come and it's on me. you didn't do anything wrong jungkook, you really didn't." my words made jungkook loosen up a bit, he smiled warmly, he inhaled then exhaled .

"how's your wound? do you feel the pain fading away?" i asked a bit worried as he cool-ly smiled. "nah, this is nothing to be honest. i had worst injuries." he explained making me nod. worst injuries, woah he must've had a very painful injury then.

taeyong came in with that anime eyes connecting mine. he smiled weakly and grabbed a blanket, softly and slowly wrapping it around me. "are you feeling better?" he asked. "yeah." i smiled, i lied.

as taeyong watched lisa paste a huge bandage on my wound, he could himself feel the pain inside his body. lisa smiled in satisfaction, deliberately letting her palm spread on the bandage. "it's all done." she said, starting to gather her things and clean up. "let me help you." taeyong spoke, a gentleman.

lisa glanced at me smirking. "by the way, what took you so long when you took a shower?" in that smirk i knew that she knew the truth about me being inside that bathroom with mark.

jungkook cracked a laugh. "yeah, what's with the noise? why were you so loud?" i couldn't help but sweat, this was very awkward and my face turned red.

"damn, how would you even enjoy that with that wound?" lisa asked curiously making taeyong bite his lips out confusion, seemed like taeyong didn't notice anything. he was probably too busy listening to music with his airpods. he loves music.

"she did enjoy. she told me she'll only feel me, not the pain." mark came in the room, smiling while ruffling off his wet hair.

"oooooooh!" they all squealed with a smirk. their smirks made my cheeks suddenly kissed pink like a spring rose, the blooming colour so cute against my smooth skin.

taeyong's beautiful eyes widened. "y-you guys did it?" he asked stuttering, he stopped helping lisa for a while and all his focus was on me and mark.

mark didn't dare to speak. what if taeyong gets mad at him? what if taeyong comes and punch the hell out of him, questioning him if he had gone mad by doing that in such a miserable time or with this wound. instead i answered it for the both of us.

"yeah." i blinked, hoping taeyong wouldn't get mad. luckily he didn't, he just unexpectedly smiled softly both on me and mark. "oh... okay." his smile wasn't fake, i could clearly see it. he probably thought, realized that mark is the one for me. taeyong knew me very well, he knew i would pick wisely and know he knows. that mark is the one. that mark treated me well, mark treated me good and made me feel much better. taeyong never really liked the fact about mark being with me, he was still mad about what he did and a bit anxious if he ever turned the table upside down and become the old him.

"okay then. is jungkook done with his too?" taeyong asked as lisa shook her head. "can you do it?" taeyong nodded. "of course."

chanyeol came in, pissed, mad but tried to hide it. "yah, sohee are you sure you wanna continue this? i don't really want to see you being injured again." chanyeol spoke. yeah chanyeol, who knew he would care about me. as long as i am related to mark they'd care about me.

"no, i can still do this." i said.

note: yoo i have to stop this here cuz the hell i am writing a lot, almost every chapter is over 1000 words k bye:)