Drabble Collection #2

Kim Jongin || EXO, SuperM || AOTC!Kāi!AU

Kāi doesn't seem to bothered by the blood that's coating his bottom lip, the cut clotting above his left eye and his knuckles that are scrapped and bleeding. He frankly looks quite proud of himself while you are running around the room, wondering where you had put the first aid kit.

"Babe, chill." He calls out, inspecting his knuckles and flexing them to make sure he hasn't broken anything. Nope, still able to make a fist and he smirks when he remembers what happened.

Some guy grabbed you while you were at the club, he had some weird assumption that even though you were grinding with Kāi, you were still up for grabs. Well, he learnt fairly quickly that that was not the case.

"You should see the other guy," he laughs, finally able to use the line he's seen many times in movies.

You come to a stop in front of him, lips pulled into a frown as you look at the mess he's created of himself. Blood, that is not all his own, is splattered over the new white dress shirt you had gotten him, his green hair was a mess and that cut on his eyebrow may leave a slight scar.

Though, the blood on his lips causes you to have a moment of nostalgia because you remember how he looked when you first met him.

"Babe?" His face is suddenly in front of yours, lips so close he could kiss you and you blink out of surprise before pushing him onto the couch. "Oh, I like it when you take control." He remarks, causing you to hush him rather than react in the way he had hoped. "Seriously, these aren't that bad."

You glare at him, sitting next to him and forcing his chin to look at you. "Kāi, you can't keep doing this. It doesn't look good when my boyfriend is beating some guy to a pulp, all because he touched me." There's a flash of annoyance in his eyes, he's ready to argue and fight but when you gently clean the blood away from his lips, your eyes concentrating in case it's been cut, he sighs.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles and you smile softly before giving him a quick peck, causing him to chase your lips. "Let me make it up to you." He grabs your hands, trying to grab the bloody cotton swab from you but you shake your head. "Come on, love, let me take care of you."

Giggling at his attempt to get sex, you shake your head again. "How about, I finish cleaning you up and you can take care of me by getting us some fast food while I get ready for bed." Kāi pouts, not enjoying that idea, "and then we'll see what happens afterwards."

Now that has his attention.