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Title : besideyou

Author :`p.plaster

Pairing:Deepwink ; Bae Jinyoung x Park Jihoon

Rate : PG-13

I couldn't take my eyes off him.

He was always little in my eyes. He was brighter and more protective than anyone else. He was like the sun and could burn anyone, but that didn't mean he was strong.

And the saddest thing was that I accidentally saw his weakness.

Now the time is almost 2:30 AM. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom but when I was about to walk back into the room Instead, I stumbled upon the sofa in the middle of the dormitory. There was a shadow sitting there. It didn't take long for my eyes to adjust and I knew who it was. I moved my hand to turn on the light. and walked straight in as soon as the light confirmed that it was him.

Park Jihoon was startled when the room lit up and I saw a first aid kit on the table in front of the sofa in front of him. The sweet face that was busy with its own hands looked up at me and slowly hid those hands away from view.

He's hurt again.

"Are you hurt again?"

I sat down next to him. He looked at the small hand that was wrapped under his black hoodie. As soon as he heard the sound of his hair, he hid it and shook his head in denial. before raising his head to look at me with sad eyes that no matter how much he closed them, there was no way he could hide them completely.

"It's not a big deal, just a slight scratch."

It was easy to notice that he was trying to sound cute so that the atmosphere between me and him wasn't too tense right now. I couldn't help but let out a sigh. Even though he was only a year older than me, why did he act like a child?

"Jinyoung doesn't want it."

He stopped me when I tried to grab the hand that was hidden under his shirt to prove the truth to Park Ji Hoon. There's something I never thought about telling anyone.

"Hyung, let me see your hands."

"It's really nothing."

"There's nothing, so why hide it?"

Finally, the stubborn person relaxed his resistance, but I grabbed his small hand and pulled it away from the hem of his shirt, cradling it with his slender little fingers, and looked at it carefully.

I want to hit him hard once.

"Why are there so many scratches? What's this?" I pushed up one of his fingers. There was a deep gash on it until the flesh was exposed.

"When I'm noona, I just pull a little and it doesn't hurt."

Mr. Park Ji Hoon tried to pull his hand back. But it was held back by my hands.

"Why didn't you tell me when you were outside? How could you leave it until you came back to the dormitory like this?"

"Jinyoung, don't raise your voice. Everyone else is asleep."

He snorted softly, but there was still sadness and guilt hidden in his eyes.

Today we filmed the program from 1:00 p.m. until 10:00 p.m. and returned to the dorm around midnight. Fatigue made us not talk much because everyone had been chatting and playing non-stop since. But when we were filming the program, when we returned to the dorm, the condition was no different from the day we had worked hard since the morning. Finally, we quickly dispersed and went to take a shower and sleep without any further group meeting.

"I'm angry at you because you came out to tend to your wound alone so late at night."

"It's not that big of a deal," he muttered. I sighed again and grabbed the saline bottle and cotton balls and placed them on my lap. Mr. Park Ji Hoon tried to pull his hand away from me, raising his head to stare into his eyes until the stubborn force was released.

To him, I must be the younger sibling who isn't very cute.

I don't really like calling him "Elder" and I like forcing him to do things like this.

"Next time, don't walk away from me again."

"Naughty.. Jinyoung, you're naughty."

He didn't answer the question but instead complained. When I started working on the wound, the used cotton ball was thrown into the trash. I changed from saline to medicine and applied it to the large wound before slowly moving on to other wounds. on his hand again

Scratches all over the wood.

"Are you listening? Don't stay away from me later."

“A kid like Jinyoung can't help you.”

"How do you know?"

I raised my head to meet those eyes, annoyed. Where did he get this kind of idea from? The idea that when you're younger you can't take care of yourself?

"Are you done yet?"

"Answer me first. Why do you think I can't take care of you?"

I was stubborn, holding his hand with my hand and holding his gaze with mine as well. He looked right at me and now I wished I had special powers so I could read his mind.

"I don't know..I just feel."

He averted his eyes, and I couldn't do anything more than bend over and continue tending his wound.

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I was always just a child in his eyes.

"But..you might be wrong."

His hoarse voice gradually came out as a person feeling guilty. I accidentally smiled.. At least he seemed to be somewhat concerned about my feelings.

It took a little more time and I finished dressing every wound on stubborn Mr. Park Ji Hoon's hand. A yellow chick-shaped bandage was finally applied over the scratch above his index finger's nail. The hand slowly softened. Pull it out to see the results.

I can't see very well. But I thought he was smiling.

And because he is like this I really wanted to take care of him.

"thank you"

"Next time, I won't hurt you," I couldn't help but say. There was a slight look of confusion in his answering eyes, but he didn't say anything, his sweet face just nodded. Nodding in response

“Because I will be beside you when I go out. I order you not to walk away from me."

"It can't be like that every time."

"If you can't every time, give it as much as you can. I can't get hurt again. I won't accept it anymore."

"stubborn"

"yeah"

"Very stubborn"

"You'll be stubborn until you let me take care of you, let you take care of yourself and then get hurt like this."

"Bae Jinyoung.."

The eyes that looked at me had so many emotions that I couldn't put it into words, but I felt them. I only know that he has responded with that look that he will obey me. I only know that I will not allow him to be hurt any more than this.

"Please let me take care of you..?"

-end.

Talk :

I said again that I'm going to start a long fic. I saw the plaster covering the wound on little Jihoon's hand the other day and said it was tight. Today I saw the picture of him looking tired and many sites trying to zoom in on his hand and it made me even more happy. Thinner than before. I don't want Nong Jun's wound to hurt. Haha.