Cold Hearted Fool {Xiumin ff}

~Chapter 19~

Hamin's P. O. V

"It's fine, Xiumin, I'll drive home myself." I pulled my wrist away.
"No. After what happened, I won't let you." he grabbed my wrist, again and dragged me away with his serious expression.

Why is he behaving like this? This isn't the Jerk I know. He's being so weird...

I just kept quiet and followed him since I've been dragged by him, until someone grabbed my other wrist.

"I'll take her home."

"T-Taeyong?!" I gasped.

"Pfft.. No you won't. Get your dirty hands off her." Xiumin pulled my wrist but Taeyong pulled my other wrist.

"Guys, it hurts." I tried to pulled away but, damn these two are strong af.
"You heard her, let go!" Taeyong glared at Xiumin.

"You let go." Xiumin pulled me.
"Do you want me to tear myself in half or something? Cause that could be arranged, but I'll be dead after that." I said sarcastically.

"I'll send her home, you can go!" Taeyong kept pulling, while Xiumin pulled back.
"Yah! It hurts!!" I whined.
"Are you deaf?! Let her go!" Xiumin yelled.

"Stop it!" I used all of my strength to pushed then away, but I fell instead.

My knee accidentally knocked on the staircase and it started bleeding.
"Oh My Goodness, Hamin, are you okay?" the both of them said it sync, but then they glared at each other.

I need Joshua right now.

I hiss in pain while I hold my injured knee.
"Let me help you." Taeyong helped me up and carried me on his back.

"I can still walk you know." I said, annoyingly.
"I don't care. Xiumin-ah, let me send her home. I'll take care of her, I promise." Taeyong said calmly but that jerk huffed.

"No." he fold his arms together.
"Yah! Just let him. I'm gonna be okay, silly. If anything happens, I'll call you." I fake smile and he just scoffed.

"Fine! Fine!" he stomped his feet, then walked away, childishly.

I shake my head ,then Taeyong brought me to his car and placed me on the passenger's seat. He helped me to buckle my seatbelt and closed the door.

While he was driving, I realised that the roads were different.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To my house, let me clean those wounds for you." he smiled and drove faster.

We finally reached his house and I'm quite amazed that he lived alone in here. It's quite big than I expected.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the car's door. I was about to stand up, but Taeyong stopped me and he automatically carried me on his back.

He's such a gentleman.

"Thanks." I smiled and he just hummed.

He placed me on the kitchen island and he told me to stay there and don't move.

I looked around the kitchen and I saw a strawberry milk on next to the fridge. I was craving for milk so I got up and took it.

I stand there, poking the straw and started drinking like a child.

Then, Taeyong cane with the aid kit.
"Yah, I told you to don't move. What the hell are you do--seriously? Milk? That's why you're standing there?" he sighed and I just looked down, feeling embarrassed.

He then placed me on top of the kitchen island and treated my wound. I hissed in pain while I scrunched up my nose.

"You're so cute, drinking that strawberry milk. Do you like milk?" he said while placing both of his hands on the kitchen island.