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Dear Jae-won,
We should hang out together, like the old times.
Jae-won read that letter like it was a sacred prayer,
“Old times? What does that mean? We’ve only met 2 weeks ago.”
He thought,
It would be crazy to think that he knew Qian when he was a child– I mean, it’d be crazy if he still had the memories of Qian if he did meet him as a child.
“Aiya… I still don’t get why he wants us to contact each other through letters instead of just texting each other… I’ll have to write him a letter quickly right now, I guess I could hang out tomorrow..” Jae-won muttered to himself,
As he finished his ramblings, he quickly sat up and pushed himself out of his bed and walked toward the illuminated desk, he then pulled out the cushioned chair and plopped down on it.
Jae-won picked up his pen and gracefully started writing–
“Dear… Qian..” He mumbled,
Dear Qian,
I can actually hang out tomorrow, of course, if that's alright with you.
I’m pretty much free the entire week, except Thursday, I have to tutor some kids that day.
Sincerely,
Jae-won
After a few minutes of staring and checking for mistakes, Jae-won neatly folded up the paper and slid it into a letter, licking the envelope to seal it shut. He then switched to check his phone and internally screamed,
“HOW THE HELL IS IT ALREADY 3 AM?!”
He was absolutely flabbergasted, in his mind– it was still 10 pm, I guess he got sidetracked after writing that letter.
Feeling the tiredness get to him, he lazily stood up from his desk chair and slowly walked to the bathroom,
“God.. I should brush my teeth again…” he yawned,
Jae-won picked up the fairly new toothbrush that stood in the cup that sat on the marbled counters, and started doing– whatever he needed to do!
As soon as he finished, he again– slowly walked back into his dimly lit room and slammed the door shut, he soon leapt onto his messy, yet cozy bed and shut his eyes to finally sleep.
“JAE-JAE!” a shout heard from downstairs jolted Jae-won awake,
He rubbed his eyes and rolled off of his bed, dragging his feet into the cold hallway and soon the bathroom.
Jae-won had almost forgotten, he was supposed to drop off the letter to Qian’s house– while thinking of that, he pulled his phone out of the pockets of his pajama shorts and checked the time..
“Huh.. My mom actually woke me up on time…” he grumbled,
For Jae-won’s schedule, he has to wake up at 9:00 AM every single day, most of the time when he accidentally stays up until about 3 in the morning, he’s only able to get about 6 hours of sleep.
Jae-won let out a huge sigh, “Good enough..”
He finishes his, oddly quick morning routine, considering how smooth and unblemished his skin is- you’d think his skincare routine was at least 10 steps, he doesn’t even have one.
All he does is splash a bunch of water on his face until he wakes up. Anyways,
He soon walks back into his very.. Messy room… Either way, it's his room! Not that I can do anything about it. After closing his bedroom door shut, he brushes his hair, puts deodorant on, then he throws on a pair of clothes– one that is comfortable for everyday wear, a simple black hoodie, and some grey shorts. Quite simple, but it earns him quite a few glances from girls. Little do those girls know that he isn’t interested in any girl at all.
Jae-won does a slight wave, “Morning eomma.”
“Ah! Jae-Jae, I made you breakfast– Eat, eat! Tell me if you want more!” his mom, happily exclaims
Jae-won swiftly replies back with a slight smile on his face
“Ah, alright- Thanks eomma.”
He looks down and sees his favorite breakfast, it again is something so simple- no one would believe him if he said that this is his favorite breakfast food.
Fried eggs and rice,
Ah, isn’t that nice? Such a simple dish, but this is his favorite due to one little detail- It's his favorite because he likes the way his mom makes it! Jae-won himself doesn’t know what she adds to it to make it taste so satisfying, yet he doesn’t ask- maybe deep down he knows what it is, he just won’t say it because he thinks it’s corny!
While Jae-won was gleefully stuffing his mouth, he swiped his phone from his pocket, again.. To check his texts, you’d think that he’s just checking texts from his other friends, but you couldn’t be any more wrong! He checked Qian’s contact, now you must be asking-
Why?
Well, let him explain!
“I should probably text Qian about me dropping off the letter… I’m still not sure why he even wants us to contact each other through hand written letters, it’s whatever.. At least he made an exception to me asking him quick questions and telling him whenever I’m about to drop off a letter, it’s still weird that he always wants to personally receive the letter– like face to face…” He thought– he couldn’t care less about it anyways.
Jae-won : Hey Qian.
Jae-won waited for moment and then saw the three pulsing dots that told him that Qian had already seen his message,
Qian : Hey Jaewon!!!
Qian : Need something?
Jae-won : Yeah, I was just gonna tell you I'm on my way to drop off a letter.
Qian : Alright! I’ll be waiting for you, make sure to text me as soon as you get here.
Jae-won : Okay, do you want me to pick you up some drinks or anything?
Qian : No, it's fine, I’m eating breakfast right now anyways.
Jae-won : Kk. I’ll talk to you in a bit.
Qian : Okay, see you!
By this time, Jae-won had already finished his breakfast, he slid over to the kitchen sink and started washing the dishes and organized them into the dishwasher.
“Eomma! I’m going to Qian’s house for a bit.”
Jae-won nodded as he heard his mom make an “Uh.” noise, which always meant he had her approval. Soon, he stepped out of the house and started walking into the neighborhood. For him, Qian’s house wasn’t far from his own, about a 5 minute walk from there. While Jae-won was walking, he realized he forgot to turn his headphones on, he doesn’t like the sound of silence after all. Quickly, he moved the headphones on to his head and connected his phone to it. Now what kind of music would Jae-won listen to?
Vkei. And lots of Malice Mizer, Kaya, BUCK-TICK and a lot more.
While listening to his music, before he even realizes it, he's made it to Qian's house already.
“Well, that was quicker than I thought.” Jae-won mumbled,
As he said that he slowly stepped up to the porch and rang on the doorbell, as soon as he pressed it– the door basically flew open.
On the other side of the door stood Qian, standing there with his ever blinding smile.
“Hey Jae-won! Come on in!” Qian exclaimed,
As always, he held the door open for Jae-won like he was his partner at a ball of some sort.
Jae-won responded to this gesture with a small bow and gentle smile while stepping in and pushing off his shoes, and spoke with a gentle tone–
“Hey Qian. Ah, here's the letter. Mind if I hang out at your place for a bit?”
Qian gave a heartfelt smile before quickly responding to him–
“Of course! Make yourself at home, do you want some drinks? You can go check out the fridge!”
“Ah, sure– Thanks Qian.” Jae-won said before setting off to walk towards the kitchen,
as he walked into the kitchen he looked around, staring at the black cabinets with the small silver metal details, and the pure white marble countertops. He stared for a few seconds before turning his head and grabbing the fridge handles that stood next to him, and well opened it! As he opened it, his eyes scanned for a specific drink that he really liked, and one that he was very much aware that Qian had.
A grass jelly drink.
As soon as he saw the can of the drink on the side, he audibly gasped out of joy, a big smile. After he closed the doors of the fridge, he turned around to see a smiling Qian.
“I– uh…” Jae-won was so embarrassed, embarrassed to the point he felt his face turn red, Qian knew that this was his favorite drink, but he's definitely never seen Jae-won react like this just from seeing his favorite drink.
Qian POV
Oh my goodness.
That was Qian's first thought when he heard and saw Jae-won get so excited over a drink.
How could a man so beautiful and handsome possibly exist?
Nothing could have ever prepared him for a reaction like this.
Qian let out a huff of laughter, while Jae-won stood there unmoving like a statue, and his face turned bright red…
“Cute..” Qian thought to himself, I mean how could he possibly not think Jae-won is cute? He’s liked him ever since childhood! And besides– he was desperately in love with the man standing in front of him.
Qian waved his hand side to side in front of Jae-won's face,
“Hello~ You good?”
In response Jae-won stuttered like the world was ending
“I- uh.. Um.. Y-yeah! You.. you didn’t see anything… R-right..?” Jae-won’s voice slowly drifted into a whisper at the end,
“Totally! Pft..” As he sarcastically said that, he couldn’t help but giggle a little bit at Jae-won's embarrassment.
Qian swore he would keep this memory to himself, I mean, he’s a jealous man… If anyone else saw what had just happened he would gladly beat them up if they tried running off with this moment in their mind.
“A-anyways, let’s just go up to your room to hang out…” Jae-won blurted out while grabbing a straw for the drink.
And of course Qian had to sincerely bow like a gentleman before saying- “Of course.”
As they both slowly walked up the wooden stairs that creaked with every step, Jae-won in front, and Qian being behind him— Qian couldn’t help but stare somewhere, certainly to get him slapped on the face…
Jae-won’s.. uh… bottom..?
God.. that would get him slapped right across the face!
Whatever,
As Qian marveled at the sight of Jae-won's butt… And everything else about him, he realized he might’ve been staring a bit too intently…
Mostly because Jae-won probably felt Qian's eyes staring lasers at his bosom…
“Qian.”
I’m cooked.
A moment before Qian hesitantly asked—
“...Yes?”
“You remember the project we’re supposed to do, right? The one about studying human behaviors and things that we find interesting about them?”
Phew… God I thought he was gonna scold me for a second ther—
“Also…”
“STOP STARING AT MY BUTT!”
Nevermind…
Jae-won POV
After that horribly embarrassing moment, he and Qian went up stairs to work on their project… he thinks.
As he walks up stairs, he’s in front of Qian, nothing wrong with that!
Except for the fact that Qian is LITERALLY creeping and staring at his butt.
I am very sure that I don’t even work out my glutes that much… So why is he staring at it so intently?
Am I really that “caked up” as my younger sister says…? Also there is absolutely NO reason for every person I know to be looking at my butt and pointing out something about it!
Except Qian… He doesn’t even say anything… he just stares..? That’s a real creep thing to do.
Whatever, I’ll just smack his butt later for revenge because WTF!!!
“STOP STARING AT MY BUTT!”
Jae-won yells as he flushes bright red,
It’s a great thing that none of Qian's family members are home, otherwise they would start thinking of their son as a creep, he kinda is though… but I don’t want his family to know that he’s so shameful, that’d be embarrassing for them.
“I-I… Uhm… S-sorry about that…”
Whatever.
“Did you even listen to the professor about the project?”
“Yes, no, maybe so..?”
“Qian. You are SO lucky I recorded the lesson just in case. Next time we partner up again, you’re on your own for the directions and subject of the project!”
Jae-won fiercely says,
Okay, maybe he’s a little mad about Qian staring at him… Which is valid! That was a very “creep” move he did there.
Either way, they make it up to Qian's room which has plain white walls, some white shelves that have a few books and small plants to go along with the minimalistic vibe of his designated space, with a big PC on yet again a white corner desk that obviously sits in the corner of his room, while his bed is a bit to the right of that desk. They step in and Jae-won plops down on Qian's bed that has a navy duvet, light blue pillows, and a somewhat familiar plushies that he can’t quite recall where he knows them from. Whatever. He then starts to find the audio recording of the lesson on his laptop. When he finally finds it, he turns up the volume of his laptop so Qian can listen in, meanwhile he’ll take more notes for anything he missed.
About 15 minutes passed after the recording has stopped, and Jae-won decides to ask—
“Did you get all of that?”
He’s obviously not expecting a ‘Yes, first we’re supposed to do this and then that and finally we put that there and this here!’
And as always, his predictions are right.
“Kinda..?” Qian replies in a confusedly teasing voice with a slight smile on his light pink lips,
I swear to all that is good— He is SO dead.
Jae-won curses in his head, with a barely (very) noticeable frown on his own face, that Qian seems to (obviously) notice
“Hey… Look, I'm sorry… I'm just pretty bad at listening to auditory lessons…” He comfortingly says,
Jae-won replied back with a heavy sigh before saying—
“Ugh.. I know, I know… Alright, fine. I’ll give you a demonstration of what we’re supposed to do, because I remember you said you’re a better visual learner, right?”
“I-uh.. Yeah! Geez… I can’t believe you remember I told you that!”
“Of course I remember, you literally said that when we first were paired up for a project we did a bit ago.”
“Huh… Well, thanks for remembering that and offering to demonstrate!” Qian exclaims with a stupidly big smile on his face, curving his dark eyes into crescents.
“Yeah, yeah, anytime…”
Jae-won quickly starts to explain and demonstrate how their professor wants the slides to have (examples, pictures, facts, etc.) and how the rubric works.
Jae-won pauses,
He notices that Qian isn’t even looking at what he’s doing and just staring at… him? With such a gentle smile as well… Is he like.. That grateful for demonstrating and remembering what he told me two weeks ago? There's no way.
God… He’s going to literally make me die of stress.
Which is absolutely true and valid! The project they’re working on is due in 4 days, and Jae-won has done his part of the project, now what he's doing is trying to get Qian to get started on his own!
“Qian, stand up real quick.”
I’m gonna get my revenge one way or another.
“Ah, okay!” He says innocently, obviously having no idea what's going to happen.
Jae-won smirks, and gives him instructions that he has no trouble at all following… Visual learner my ass.
“Good, go stand with your face to the wall, and don’t move until I say so— Why are you looking at me like that? I’m not giving you a time out or anything, stop with your fake tears for a moment.”
Finally, Qian is standing, facing his unbearably empty wall.
While Jae-won is preparing a swing that will make his own hand hurt for a few days, Whatever, it’ll be worth it!
“Jae-won? What are you doin— AH!”
“FUCK! THAT HURT LIKE A BITCH!”
“JAE-WON?! WHY’D YOU DO THAT?!”
Jae-won winces after that powerful strike to Qian's ass.
“Ow… My hand… Hey— you stay right there or you’re getting another smack! Okay, first of all, that was my revenge for you staring at my ass while we were walking up the stairs! That’s a real creep move! Don’t do that anymore!”
“Ow.. ow.. Owww…. Okay, okay, I won’t, I won’t! That wasn’t on purpose though!”
“Wasn’t on purpose my ass! I literally felt you staring daggers into my butt! You better promise me that you won’t do that to me or anyone!”
Jae-won says before winding up for another smack—
“I promise, I promise! I’m sorry! Just please don’t do that again!” Qian nervously laughs,
After getting confirmation that Qian won’t do that to him or anyone else, he grabs Qian by the arm, and pulls him into a hug,
“Good, at least you’re sorry about it. Also, sorry about hitting you so hard, does it still hurt?” He says, voice muffled while hugging Qian.
Qian on the other hand is frozen in place, as his cheeks are dusted with a very noticeable cool, light pink.
“Yeah… I-it still hurts, a lot, actually…”
He stutters out with a small voice,
Jae-won pauses for second, pushes and holds Qian by the shoulders, ending the hug, and apologizes again—
“Ah, yeah… Sorry about that… Why don’t you go lay on your bed? I need to go wash my hands with cold water, my hands hurt too.”
Qian, his reflexes unusually fast now, snatch up Jae-won's hands to look at his palms,
“Holy shit! Jae-won! Your hands are red!”
Qian yells out with worry, as if he was never smacked in the first place.
“Qian, I’m fine. Worry about yourself, you just said your ass hurts a lot, so go lie down, my hands just tingle a bit, it’s nothing unbearable. Just go lay on your bed— Hey! Where the fuck are you dragging me?!”
“To wash your hands.”
“Qian, I literally just said I was going to do that! Besides, I'm fine! I’m not screaming in pain, am I?”
“You just said your hands hurt. You are hurting.”
“Yeah, yeah and so are you asshole! I told you to go lie on your fucking bed!”
Jae-won starts to struggle to wriggle his hand from Qian's death grip, and that only makes Qian tighten his hold.
With that, Jae-won winces a bit, I’ve never seen him at the gym, nor has he mentioned that he works out in general, is he literally just this freakishly strong?! What the fuck!?
Most likely, Qian hears him wince, and flinches. Suddenly, he pulls Jae-won into a hug from behind, with his head resting on Jae-wons.
“Qian, let go of me. Also, get your head out of my hair!” Jae-won says while moving to push Qian off, before he realizes it, his hands start retaliating against his attempts at pushing Qian away.
Jae-won voices his hurt out loud,
“Ow.. Oh for fucks sake.. Fine! I’ll let you hug me for a few seconds. You better let go after I'm done counting.”
“Mn.”
10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. 0!
“Alright, let go. Unless you want to be slapped on the face this time.”
He threatens, not that he actually means it though.
Either way, it seems Qian knows he doesn’t mean it which explains his slight hesitation of letting go, but he still obeys anyway.
“Gosh.. finally you let go. Also what was with that death grip on my wrist?! I said I was fine, and I was gonna go wash my hands myself anyways! It’s not like I was refusing to do so anyway!” He scolds,
Qian starts to look at him with puppy eyes that seem to glisten, as if on the verge of tears.
There is no way he's using his puppy eyes and fake tears right now.
“Were you planning to wash my hands yourself or something?”
Qian pouts, furrows his eyebrows while looking to the side, which very much means ‘Yes, I was going to wash your hands myself.’
“Hah… God, you are such a child. Also, stand up?! Why are you sitting on the floor like a kicked puppy?” Jae-won says as he draws out his own hand to help him up,
He's probably in pain right now, which might explain his tearful eyes or whatever. Also, now that I think about it, his face and voice seemed so stern when I said that my hands hurt. What the hell was that about?
Jae-won brushes those questions out of his mind, when he feels a hand grasp his own, he can always ask Qian later.
“Go back to the room, now. I’ll come back in a second.”
“Okay…” Qian mutters, while dragging his feet back down the hallway back to his room.
Qian POV
When the two of them make it to Qian's room, Qian looks around,
I hope it's clean enough… I literally rushed and stuffed a shit ton of stuff into my closet when he texted me that he was coming over.
“Alright, I found the recording. Come over here, listen to the instructions the professor said. Tell me if anything is confusing, I need to organize my notes.” Jae-won sternly says, with a hint of gentleness in his voice.
There's no way I'll be able to get tired of his voice… It carries a sound of authority in it, yet it’s still so caring. I could probably fall asleep hearing him talk in that softer tone he uses whenever speaking to his family… or me when he’s not mad—
“Alright that’s it! Email me if there's anything you don’t understand, I’ll be able to respond to your emails at 12am or earlier if there are any at all, if you don’t have questions relating to the project— don’t email me at all.”
Oh,
the recording… I completely forgot about it…
“Did you get that?” comes Jae-won's voice,
“Kinda..?”
A sigh comes from him, while his eyes have closed and he's rubbing in between his nose, not even a second later, his face shifts into an annoyed frown.
Qian almost gasps at this sight, he immediately feels incredibly guilty goes to apologize—
“Hey… Look, I'm sorry… I'm just pretty bad at listening to auditory lessons…”
“Ugh.. I know, I know… Alright, fine. I’ll give you a demonstration of what we’re supposed to do, because I remember you said you’re a better visual learner, right?”
Qian is in disbelief,
H-he… remembers that I told him that? Actually? I’m not hallucinating am I? Right? I mean, he’s always been thoughtful of others when me and him were younger..!
“I-uh.. Yeah! Geez… I can’t believe you remember I told you that!”
Comes out the stuttery voice that he doesn’t even recognize as his own,
Jae-won's eyebrow quirks up as if he’s hearing a foreign language he’s never heard before,
“Of course I remember, you literally said that when we first were paired up for a project we did a bit ago.”
“Huh… Well, thanks for remembering that and offering to demonstrate!” Qian says as he feels his smile widening with every word he says.
Now comes the demonstration,
Qian is ultimately focusing on Jae-won's face, how his eyes flicker side to side, how his mouth moves when he's saying certain words, how his hair sometimes gets in his face, and how he quickly moves it out of his line of sight…
There’s so many things about him that I find interesting…
Maybe that’s the reason why Qian wishes to keep communicating with him through letters just so he can meet him face to face,
just to see that silky, black hair, that smells of plum blossoms, those dark eyes with a slight shine of greenish blue, those two moles on his face, one under each eye, the way his hair grows a bit longer on one side than the other, how he looks when he's focused on something, his smooth, and perfectly deep voice when he’s presenting in front of the classroom… Everything about him is so perfect…
“Qian, stand up real quick.”
Qian immediately snaps out of his daze of admiring Jae-won,
“Ah, okay!”
“Good, go stand with your face to the wall, and don’t move until I say so— Why are you looking at me like that? I’m not giving you a time out or anything, stop with your fake tears for a moment.”
Like he was told, he stops his fake tears, and follows Jae-won's instructions with perfect clarity,
Confused, Qian asks,
“Jae-won? What are you doin— AH!”
Quick pain spreads through his body,
“FUCK! THAT HURT LIKE A BITCH!”
“JAE-WON?! WHY’D YOU DO THAT?!”
His confusion is now painfully obvious, as if it weren’t so before.
“Ow… My hand…”
Qian flinches and starts to move to check on Jae-won before he calls out—
“Hey— you stay right there or you’re getting another smack!”
At that, Qian stops in his tracks, worried out of his mind.
Does his hands hurt a lot? I hope it doesn’t… He should go wash them under cold water and put on some ointment if the pain is unbearable…
“Okay, first of all, that was my revenge for you staring at my ass while we were walking up the stairs! That’s a real creep move! Don’t do that anymore!” Jae-won scolds
Qian, again, flinches at that.
I’m so so so sorry my dear Jae-won..! I couldn’t help it! I'm sorry!
Is what he wishes to say, but he's smarter than that so he keeps his mouth shut, although his eyes are widened in embarrassment…
So, he switches the words up just a bit…
Minus the few ‘ows” at the start… Those are not part of what he wants to say—
“Ow.. ow.. Owww…. Okay, okay, I won’t, I won’t! That wasn’t on purpose though!”
“Wasn’t on purpose my ass! I literally felt you staring daggers into my butt! You better promise me that you won’t do that to me or anyone!”
Jae-won says before stretching his arm, definitely preparing for another whooping…
“I promise, I promise! I’m sorry! Just please don’t do that again!” He pleas, with an anxious chuckle near the end
To Qian's surprise, Jae-won snatches him by the arm and pulls him into a hug, a very intimate one at that, not that Qian really notices anyways.
He’s too focused on that Jae-won initiated the hug in the first place.
H-he’s… hugging me? Not that it’s surprising in the action itself but the fact that he pulled me into the hug? Not me pulling him into the hug? There’s no way, I must be dreaming— Wait, no, that's not right, if I were dreaming I wouldn’t feel the pain right now… Right?
“Good, at least you’re sorry about it. Also, sorry about hitting you so hard, does it still hurt?”
Wow… He’s asking me about whether it still hurts or not..? Hah… I’m definitely hoping that this is reality right now…
“Yeah… I-it still hurts, a lot, actually…”
He stutters, at the ‘It’ in his words, I mean, he has an excuse right?! He can barely contain his excitement in this hug and he's actively restraining himself from putting his hands on Jae-won's hips!
Then, Jae-won starts to release the hug… At least he leaves his hands on Qian’s shoulders!
Aw… I really wanted that to last longer… I hope I have another chance to hug him again…
“Ah, yeah… Sorry about that… Why don’t you go lay on your bed? I need to go wash my hands with cold water, my hands hurt too.”
Qian, who is frighteningly quick— grasps Jae-won's hands, forcing him to show him his hands.
“Holy shit! Jae-won! Your hands are red!”
Qian yells out, completely forgetting about his own pain,
“Qian, I’m fine. Worry about yourself, you just said your ass hurts a lot, so go lie down, my hands just tingle a bit, it’s nothing unbearable.”
How can I worry about myself when it looks like your skin is about to peel off?! How could this not be unbearable?! I mean, just look at it! It’s bright red!
“Just go lay on your bed— Hey! Where the fuck are you dragging me?!”
Without even realizing it, Qian's body reacted on its own to Jae-won’s minor injuries, and started dragging him away to—
“To wash your hands.”
“Qian, I literally just said I was going to do that! Besides, I'm fine! I’m not screaming in pain, am I?”
“You just said your hands hurt. You are hurting.”
“Yeah, yeah and so are you asshole! I told you to go lie on your fucking bed!”
Qian's hands are still clinging onto Jae-won's wrist, dragging him down the narrow, and long hallway towards the bathroom to wash his beloved’s hands.
He feels Jae-won try to wriggle free, so he tightens his grip on him so he doesn’t try to ignore his own hurt.
Jae-won winces, and Qian hears it clearly, so clearly in fact he stops speed walking and pulls Jae-won into a hug, while resting his head into Jae-won's, fluffy, plum blossom smelling hair that he breathes in without hesitation.
Is he really hurting that much..? I should put some ointment on his hands later…
“Qian, let go of me. Also, get your head out of my hair!” Jae-won says trying to pry Qian off of him, but he quickly stops that movement—
And, Jae-won, who's audibly still in pain,
“Ow.. Oh for fucks sake.. Fine! I’ll let you hug me for a few seconds. You better let go after I'm done counting.”
“Mn.” Is the answer Qian lets out, he’s so incredibly happy that Jae-won is allowing him to hug him like this, with that, he continues breathing in that plum blossom scent that he oh so loves.
“Alright, let go. Unless you want to be slapped on the face this time.”
He threatens, although Qian already knows that he’s not actually going to do that, but he lets go anyway.
“Gosh.. finally you let go. Also what was with that death grip on my wrist?! I said I was fine, and I was gonna go wash my hands myself anyways! It’s not like I was refusing to do so anyway!” He yells,
I was just worried… You said your hands hurt, so I wanted to help you…
Qian starts to look at him with puppy eyes that seem to glisten, as if on the verge of tears.
Because he is on the verge of tears! Jae-won was worrying about him before himself!
“Were you planning to wash my hands yourself or something?”
Qian pouts, he wanted to help him wash his hands… Maybe he was just looking for an excuse to hold his hand as well…
“Hah… God, you are such a child. Also, stand up?! Why are you sitting on the floor like a kicked puppy?”
Oh.
In all honesty, Qian didn’t realize he was sitting on the floor, until he finally started to focus on himself and realized that he was also in pain.
Jae-won gives Qian his reddened hand to help him up, and of course Qian takes that chance to get up, yet he can’t help be even more worried for Jae-won since he felt how hot his hand was,
Jae-won intimidatingly glares at Qian, changing his expression a few times before settling down on the one he started with, before ordering Qian to
“Go back to the room, now. I’ll come back in a second.”
“Okay…” Qian mutters, while dragging his feet back down the hallway back to his room.
Now that he finally is in his room, he feels the pain flare up again, he stumbles towards the bed and lays down, with his stomach against the duvet covers.
Ow… My ass still hurts…