M̥ͦḀͦR̥ͦM̥ͦḀͦL̥ͦḀͦD̥ͦE̥ͦ 🍯 suga

★ ︎QUARTE

i sat on the couch with a hand holding tissues to my own throbbing nose; my head back and my neck straining, determinedly avoiding getting blood on everything. ice was being held to my forehead by a broad shouldered man i hadn't known the name of.

i heard him say something of a concerned nature to namjoon, and he responded.

huh, its like he was looking to rm for guidance.

interesting.

i was crowded by staff members and band members alike, from the looks of it.

after falling, i was brought into the room with the mirror and only caught a small glimpse of the other occupants.

"oh, guys," i attempted to grab the ice pack from this new, strange man, but to no avail as he pulled his arm up high.

"stop it!" he had a heavier accent than namjoon. "it'll help you. just let me do it." there was a bit of a whine that accompanied his words.

"okay," i let go of my nose and reached for more tissues, which were being supplied by another member, he had bright blue hair and big eyes. "let me just pull my hair up."

i sighed and closed my eyes for a second, out of breath, as the man with the ice pack leaned back a bit. i then pulled my long honey brown curly hair into a ponytail. "okay, proceed." my eyes remained closed.

i was so stressed i hadn't realized that the tissues to my bloody nose had been kept there by a foreign force, as my own hands were in my hair.

ah, im disoriented now huh? thats okay im always a bit disoriented.

i can still do this story.

as i brought my hands back to my nose i felt a cold hand holding them tentatively to my face. my opened eyes met the same pair from the stage, the one with ashen brown hair.

he looked a bit bothered and whined a bit in a language i couldn't understand, keeping his penetrative gaze.

painfully i squinted at him, a bit perturbed this time, and practically snatched the tissues away.

to be frank, i am not one to accept help without being difficult. it was a character trait at this point.

the mysterious brown haired man looked to namjoon, who was kneeling by me attentively, saying something, which of course i couldn't understand. i couldn't even tell if it was english or korean he was speaking in. the boy gave a small shrug before meeting my gaze once again and for a moment, my mind was silent under his questioning gaze. i tilted my head to the side a bit, fascinated by this visceral yet misplaced exchange.

the brightly haired man then grabbed my tissues from my hand, which hadn't found its way back to my face. he grabbed more tissues and held it to my nose concerned; making me wince in surprise, "my god," he gasped loudly, "your pain gives me pain."

i glanced at the boy from the corner of my eye, confounded and even a bit amused by his seemingly random reaction. it was something about his distinctly deep voice, almost echoing, that caught me a bit off guard. his expression was priceless, though, with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"oh, its nothing." i blinked at him with a smirk he most likely didn't catch due to the obscene amount of tissues he held to my face. i then looked over to namjoon, who was responsibly over-watching the entire ordeal like a mafia boss.

"i dont know if youre good luck or a cruel joke the universe is playing on me." i squinted my eyes.

this comment received a smirk and an expression in a foreign tongue, "i was only joking earlier when i called you insane."