e.x.o. the mafia - book II [DISCONTINUED FOR NOW]

• thirty five •

thirty five.

"Yixing, I can do it mys-"

"What name's good for a cat?" He abruptly cut you off while pulling all the medical kit on his palm.

Because of being cut off, you chose not to answer him and pull out a stubborn look. Yixing didn't notice it at first since he was busy preparing the things.

As soon as he was done, he looked up at you with a pout. "I asked what's a good name for a cat."

Instead of answering, you made sure to keep an obvious glare. It was making you so frustrated that he had been cutting you off ever since he got here. You're sure it's because he doesn't want you to go against him treating your wounds but anyone will hate it when they get cut off.

What makes you a little more annoyed is that he is definitely enjoying each of it.

If it wasn't just awkward, you probably threw him a hard furniture around and hoped it hit him in his face.

Your own thoughts are really freaking you out but you can't help it.

"Aww, are you upset?" He giggled, sounding so genuine that you can't help but feel tingles all around. Yixing stopped his actions and stared at you, examining your small detailed actions.

"Stop staring at me. I'm not upset. Just have no idea for a cat's name." You sipped some air. "You guys really have some pets now?"

"Mmm. But we don't bring them around and let the vet take care of them."

"Ahh, I see. A Mafia member taking care of a cute little pet."

"And?" He raised his brow. "Is there a problem about that?"

"Nope, it's just ironic. But anyway, it's great. They help to fight loneliness from what I heard." You nodded to yourself.

"You should have one too."

As a reply, you only nodded and decided to cut the conversation over there. The silence in between comfortable and awkward was erupted with your quiet whimpers. You bit your tounge as the cotton once again hit your bruise carelessly. "That hurts."

"Sorry," He might have said that but there's no sincerity in his eyes, literally.

And what is he up to this time?

You kept grimacing everytime he dab a piece of cotton on a particular spot, a little too harsh for your comfort. This made you pull away for a second and gave him an irritated look, his mischievous grin isn't disappearing at all.

"Are you fuckin-" You bit your lip, restraining yourself on throwing a fit to Yixing. His smile grew wider and even if he looks handsome, you want to smack his face so bad. "Are you making fun of me?"

"Wait, no." He tilted his head. "You should've swore. It kinda fits you. You know? Like you look a little sexy-"

A sigh escaped from your lips. "Please leave if you're gonna keep doing this. I can do this shit- I mean treat myself thousand times better than you do."

Yixing's face suddenly turned into a relieving one. That calm smile he always wear when he's about to manipulate someone.

"Mmm. Okay. I'll stop being like this."

You looked at him in the eye, surprisingly having the courage.  "Liar."

"I'm not lying, I'm really gonna sit still." As if he's words have some spell on it, you eventually believed it. His eyes flickered softly while looking back at you. "I was just trying something."