hands. |SOPE|

Chapter 5

Min Yoongi POV

Shit, I think I like holding hands.

I quickly erased that thought from my head and asked him, "Can you walk?"

Before he can even respond, my hands moved on their own. With ease, they lift Hoseok's slender body upwards. Hoseok yelped and clung into my shoulders, with his face on the crook of my neck.

I walked over to my backpack and asked him to pick it up for me. He followed my instructions and found my wallet. "Check if I have any cash." He opened my wallet and is immediately greeted by my identity card. "Min...Yoongi?", he muttered softly. "That's my name," I said. "What's yours?"

He giggled as he opened more layers of my wallet, "I'm pretty sure you know it already, Yoongi-Hyung." I'm a little confused about how he knew our age difference when I realized he saw my birthday stated on my identity card. I sighed and chuckled, "I'm trying to have a proper introduction here." He sighed as he didn't found any cash. "My name is Jung Hoseok, nice to meet you-" I grinned, "and you don't have any cash." And my grin turned into a frown.

"Seriously?" I said.

"Seriously," he replied.

"Then, I have no choice but to clean your wounds myself. That's okay with you right?", I asked. He shrugged as I slowly walked towards the school building, or more specifically; the infirmary. "Why are you so kind to me? We don't even know each other," he muttered softly. I shrugged lightly, "Nobody deserves to be punched unless they did something wrong."

He smiled, "How do you know I didn't do anything to Kai?" I slowly put his legs down upright and opened the infirmary door. "Cause a genius like me know things like this," I said. I can hear his little giggles.

Cute.

"And also-" I said with a huff as I lifted him once more time. "I know that little bitch. He is an ass." He frowned at my word choice. "Hey, he is NOT that b-word.", he said as I set him down on one of the beds. Now, it's my turn to frown at his response.

"Hoseok, he PUNCHED you. And you are still here defending him?" I said. "He kicked me too..." I heard him whisper. I clenched my fist in anger. "But he's just frustrated! He needed the money and I can't give him any." I sighed and ruffled his hair.

You truly are too good for this world, Jung Hoseok, I thought to myself. I smiled softly, which he returned with a full-hearted smile. I felt my heart clench a little.

I opened the cabinets and found what I'm looking for. I take a bottle of disinfectant, and also a pack of cotton. I opened the bottle and pour some of the content to the cotton. He winced at the sight. "I-Is it going to hurt Hyung?", he asked. My heart flipped at how cute he was.

I smiled reassuringly and gently take his hand and squeezed it. "Don't worry Hoseok, Hyung will try to do it as painless as possible." He smiled and nodded his head. I smiled once more time, and lift his pants, revealing many scratches and bruises. He winced as I start to clean his wounds.

"Ah- Hyung," he whined when I pressed the cotton with more pressure. I chuckled and once more time reunite his hand with mine. "Here. Just squeeze my hand every time it hurts okay? So Hyung can feel the pain with you." He nodded his head in agreement.

Now, every single time I cleaned his wound, he would squeeze my hand hard. Well, it's not that I'm complaining. I'm pretty sure my hand will be bruised tomorrow.

After cleaning all of the wounds on his legs, I fixed his pants and smiled. "Hyung is so proud of you Hoseok." He smiled, "R-Really?" I was taken aback by how adorable he looked. "Y-Yeah," I replied, cheeks a shade darker.