sky lights | jakehoon

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"oh my gosh, sunghoon, you're bleeding!" i jump over the table rather than running around it. i wouldn't want a dead park sunghoon before my eyes. if he dies, nobody will be able to take my will. i could rewrite the whole thing again for jungwon or jay but i'm afraid my trust isn't as high.

"are you okay, you loser?" i panic.

"where am i bleeding?" sunghoon asks. he looked completely fine. he wasn't panicking. he wasn't in pain. he was... just park sunghoon. a guy taller than me by a few centimeters who had a pleasant smile and shimmering eyes. pretty eyes like pools of spring water... woah.

i grab a random napkin on the table and proceed to wipe off the blood slowly licking its way down sunghoon's temple. he hisses in slight agony.

"h-hyung, d-did you get hit?" sunoo questions. he pats sunghoon's back in comfort, and i push him away. jungwon walks up to sunoo and pats his back.

"duh, you dummy, you cracked an egg on the side of his head." the warmth around my upper body seemed to be getting warmer and hotter each second, heat going through my veins, spreading over my nerves like flames licking the air, smoke coming out in every direction.

in conclusion, i think i'm just more than just annoyed. my brain can't function when sunghoon is in danger. the thick ketchup-like liquid seemed to be gushing out more.

"idiot, you whacked him first. blood doesn't come out easily."

"imagine coming out."

"yeah, you probably want to do that for a certain someone we all know."

"i don't know and i don't want to know. i hope it's not you i'm coming out for."

sunoo scoffs, i could see him getting mad at me. but gee, the last time i liked someone had passed away and i don't think i can see myself liking another person.

"hyungs, we should focus on sunghoon hyung first."

"jake, would you mind giving me your hairband?" a side of my face instantly heated up at a sudden hot breath. i twist my head, realizing sunghoon was merely inches away from me. seeing his features more than just close was like seeing heaven. sunghoon is a pure angel. maybe after jungwon. jungwon is an angel, too.

"hairband?" i repeat. why would he need a hairband? my question was answered seconds later. one of his hands was in front of me, waiting for me to drop my one and only hairband that i needed for emergencies. and it's not just any emergencies. i need a haircut.

sunghoon's other hand brushed through his hair several times before delicately grabbing a handful of his hair, bringing it up. i burst out laughing. "you look like an onion."

"that's not the point."

"i can see the wound..." jungwon exclaims. he points at a deep gash with a thick white shard sticking out of the opening. "it's right on the edge of his hairline."