How My Brother And I Kidnapped An Assassin

12. Caring

A/N hey guys!! sorry for the late updates, a lot of stuff has been going in my life, but i should be getting back on track!! enjoy!!

Donghyuck watched Mark melt two cups of sugar on the stove, stirring the hot liquid around with the cooking spoon. "That looks really good," he said slowly, watching the caramel swirl around.

"Sugar has a high melting point," Mark commented, turning down the heat right when the timer on the stove went off. "The apple roses should be ready."

"YES!" Donghyuck shrieked, eagerly putting on his oven mitts. "I'm starving, I bet I can eat the whole pan right this instant."

Mark wanted to mention how Donghyuck had to wait a few minutes for it to cool before he could take a bite, but since the latter kept gushing about how he always hate them years ago, it would be kind of redundant to tell him to be careful; Donghyuck seemed to know what to do.

He moved a bit to let Donghyuck take out the pan from the oven, where Mark caught a whiff of the apple and sugar. "Pretty!!" Donghyuck squealed, setting it carefully on the stovetop while staring at it in awe. "It looks so crispy!!"

Mark grabbed the bowl Donghyuck had set nearby and set it down on the counter. "Be careful, I'm going to pour in the caramel," he said, lifting up the saucepan from the stove, pouring the contents in the ceramic bowl.

"Pfft, this isn't my first time," Donghyuck said, pulling open the drawer. "I need to find a knife, I must try a piece right now on the spot."

He rummaged his hands in the drawer, trying to find a knife when he found it through the worst way possible.

"Dammit!" he screamed, pulling back his hand, a line of blood spilling from a cut. "Ow!"

Mark's eyes widened when he saw the cut on Donghyuck's hand. Without saying anything else, he hastily set down the saucepan back on the stove and grabbed Donghyuck's arm, pulling him towards the sink. "You have to wash it off," he instructed him, turning off the faucet. "And disinfect it."

Donghyuck didn't say anything, trying to ignore the stinging pain on his hand. He decided to focus on Mark's grip on him, totally a stark contrast from when Mark had his hands around his neck-

Oh. Yeah. He forgot why they were here in the first place.

"You want to kill me one minute and the next you're helping me with a little cut on my finger," he said under his breath.

"It was never intentional," Mark said, turning off the faucet when he saw how the water was running clear now. "I'll find you some bandages-"

"No, don't worry about it," Donghyuck said. "It's not that major, you know, I've had worst ones on my knees before. Plus, it's not like I need a blood transfusion or something."

Mark nodded, though he still thought it would be best to get a bandage. "Well, you're O+, which you'll have to remember if you ever do need one."

Donghyuck frowned. "That's impossible, I can't be O+. How do you even know that anyways?"

"Antigens found in blood make up your blood type," Mark explained. "You have the Rh antigen, but not the ones found in A or B people."

"But-but both of my parents were AB," Donghyuck explained. "Johnny is B, I have to be A, B or AB."

Mark shrugged. "My identification system could be faulty," he said, "but you should still get an accurate testing of your blood type should you ever need a transfusion."

Donghyuck nodded. "Maybe one of my parents was wrong or something," he mumbled. "Wait, we forgot!" he dug his hand in the drawer again (careful this time) and took out the knife. "We should eat dessert now."