• My Icy Girl • Haechan FF (On Hold)

What happened

His face dropped as he started to examine my face deeply.

I tried pulling my hood back up but he held both my wrist to stop me.

"Yah Haechan stop l-"

"Who did this to you?" his voice was dark with a hint of anger.

"Let go of me" I demanded trying to shake his hand off but he was too strong.

"Who did this to you?" This time he asked louder.

"I- I got into a fight with a group of drunk people on the way home."

There was silence before he nodded and slowly let go of both my wrists. 

"Does it hurt? Is this the reason why you didn't turn up to school?"

He was still standing in front of me as I was looking up at him.

"I'm fine. I just wasn't feeling like going to school today."

Haechan let out a sigh of relief for the first time today. I gave him a puzzled look. Why does he care if I get hurt?

He probably doesn't care like everyone else.

I stood up and walked passed him "drink your coffee and leave. You know the way out" I said and started heading back to the gym inside my house not knowing that he was following me.

I started boxing for a good 10 minutes until I started to feel hot. I fanned my face with my hands for a couple of seconds before deciding to take my hoodie off, leaving me with a sleeveless top.

I hear a gasp coming from the corner of the room. "Yah. Why didn't you tell me you had bruises too."

I look around to find the voices owner. Haechan immediately ran over to me and started to examine my arms.

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt anyways" I started to pull my hands away out of embarrassment.

"This is serious, Y/N." He sounded like a parent.

He started pulling me down the corridor while opening and closing every door on the way.

"What are you looking for?" I asked curiously.

He opened a door again and then closed it before continuing to walk down the corridor "I'm. ummm wait... I'm looking for... I found it" he said as he pulled me inside a room.

He pulled me down to sit on the edge of the bath tub as he towered over me.

"Why are we inside a bathroom?" He didn't answer me. Instead he started looking around for something. He smiled brightly when he found what he was looking for moments later. He took a small towel and rinsed it under lukewarm water. He then pulled my hand so he could see my arm and started gently tracing the bruises with the towel.

"Do you actually know what your doing?" thankfully this time he answered me.

"Not really but my mum use to do this to me when I had bruises. It's meant to help the colour fade. I don't know if it's true" he chuckled at the end of his sentence.

After he was done he decided to put some cream on all of the bruises. And rubbed it in circles slowly for a minute.

It was silent until he spoke again.
"Did a drunk person actually do this?" He looked into my eyes for the truth.

I quickly nodded and looked away. I'm pretty sure he didn't believe me but he didn't push it any further.

He pulled out something from his pocket and started opening it. He took my chin so I was facing directly at him.

"W-What" I said.

"I have some plasters for your cuts." He waved them in my face

He decided to clean up the wounds properly first. I winced in pain when he touched the cut on my lip. He cleared his throat. "Do you live here alone?"

I hesitated to answer "For now I do."

"What about your parents?"

I started to get uncomfortable when he mention my parents "what about them." I said coldly

He saw that I was uncomfortable on that topic so he decided to change it. "Nothing. Just forget that I said.. but don't forget about the song. You better have completed it. I expect you to be in school tomorrow."

After he finished cleaning up my wounds, we said our goodbyes and he left.

I had three questions that wasn't answered.
Question 1 - how did he know where I live?
Question 2 - why was he here?
Question 3 - why did he care so much?