Title: CARE

Author: Nina*

Paring: C.A.P * L.Joe

Rating: PG

Authors note:

Wan Shot is a response to myself and my girlfriend (?). At first I will rewrite my fic. Why did you get a new story? There is no place to go.

P.S. Bang Min Soo is Cap's name. As for Lee Byung Hun, it's L.Jo's name ;)

“It hurts.” His lips pursed as the fierce-faced person pressed the alcohol-soaked cotton around him even more. The wound on his arm grew even stronger after his moaning. The bruises on his arms, legs, and face really made Byung-hun want to cry.

"hurt? And when he punched someone else, he didn't get hurt, right? Did you cry out in pain just from being hit with alcohol like this?” His deep accent is something you can rarely hear. The script can be heard as a harsh sound that continues until Byung Hun wants to smack the face of the person who is treating his wound quite a bit. If you don't mind that, besides not daring to do it. Even if you were truly brave, you would probably be thrown to the ground and have your old wound stomped all over again until it hurts to death...

"It stings..." he complained, begging for sympathy. But aside from the sharp eyes that looked intently at him, ...Byung Hun also feels that if next time there is something to fight with him again. I won't let this guy fix my wounds again, Bang Min Soo! Mean person!

“You're cursing me in your heart.” Byung Hun was shocked because he was caught secretly cursing another person in his heart. But Minsu didn't say anything more than that. Let the silence continue to fill the surrounding atmosphere. He was intent on treating Byung Hun's wounds with skill.

"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts a little! If you're going to do it with this much force, you can just splash it right on the wound.” Byung-hun hissed as Min-soo wiped the saline water on the wound. The burning sensation spreads along the nerves until you want to punch the person who caused the wound. But when Min Soo was about to grab a bottle of saline and splash it on the wound, it really hit him. The smart-mouthed person immediately held out the saline bottle.

"Ouch! Can you not be so serious? Just be nice, just be nice!”

"Huh..." A breath came out at the smart-mouthed person. Byunghun pursed his lips in displeasure. But I'm not in a position to show off much. Alcohol, salt water, red pills...all this much. I resisted and annoyed him a lot. and poured it all over him He died right here.

Sit still and let the other person finish dressing the wound. Looking in the mirror at the head of the bed, his mouth opened again. ...like a mummy Looking up the face of the nurse who had finished giving first aid, she didn't speak. Focus on putting the wound dressing equipment in one box. I saw a handsome, popular face, plain and simple. Even though there is usually a smile always adorning it, it can be quite irritating (

Even though sometimes it's a smile at the corner of the mouth that looks crazy annoying.)

Angry again...

“Min Soo” Byung Hun grabbed his best friend's wrist and walked out of the room without even saying goodbye. The tall figure turned and looked at the person who was looking down on the bed. They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment. Before Minsu was the one who gave up with a blank expression. He tried to beg for forgiveness with his eyes, but his thin mouth refused to utter a single word.

Place the first aid kit you borrowed from the owner's mother on the writing table. Then he walked back and stroked his light-colored hair. The warm touch on his soft hair made Byunghun close his eyes in comfort.

"stubborn"

"yeah"

"Speak and don't listen"

"yeah"

“Bad habits”

"yeah"

“Is hitting with other people really fun?”

“Why do you like to make other people worry?”

"excuse me"

“I don't want to hear any apologies, Byung Hun.”

“Minsua…”

“Sigh…” Minsu lowered himself to the ground. He looked up at the person sitting on the edge of the bed. Both hands crossed over to hold a hand that was wrapped in a white cloth. The eyes are not satisfied with the red spots. The white oozing from the bandage clearly radiated. Making Byung Hun just purse his lips in silence. Waiting for Minsu to complain about something else. But Minsu didn't say anything else, causing the little man to secretly feel a little upset.

"Don't be quiet."

"You don't like me complaining, do you?"

“Uh...I don't like it. But I don't want you to be quiet. You're really angry at me, right?" Minsu nodded in response. Byung Hun could only open his mouth. Because I thought the other person would answer no like in some sweet-eyed cartoon like this. Er...sorry. For forgetting that I thought I was going to be the heroine of a cartoon, spit!

“Sorry, I don't want to listen. So what do I have to do to make you angry?” Byung Hun held Min Soo's hand and rocked it back and forth, his sweet smile being used to appeal to his tall best friend.

"Stop making me worry."

“You're constantly worried. ...pick up scissors, walk down the stairs, put on shoes, eat, you can complain to me about everything.” Byung Hun pouted.

“Am I wrong?”

“Not wrong! Not at all. Just a comparison. Don't act like a touchy-feely old man, Minsu." He called out his friend's name in a pleading voice like someone who had a fault and wanted to quickly make amends. Byung-hun jerks Min-soo's hand hard. Then he nodded and had them sit together on the bed.

“Are you still angry?”

"no"

“Min Soo-ah...then please tell me. What do you want me to do?” Byung Hun was starting to get annoyed at his tall friend's complacency. and then slapped his angry face like this You can't be cheerful. Isn't it okay to act sad? When asked what to do to stop being angry, he digressed from the topic.

“Didn't I tell you that? Stop making me worry.”

“I told you already...!”

“At least stop hitting other people...it doesn't just make you angry. Do you understand?” Looking into those sharp, serious eyes, the little man lowered his head and looked away. He could only look at his lap and the wound in his hand before he flinched lightly. When Min Soo's hand touched the side of his cheek that didn't have a wound,

“Promise me you'll be patient, Byung-hun.”

"yeah"

“What?”

“I promise…oh! Bang Min Soo, you're such a fang,” Byung Hun moaned. But Min Soo doesn't care. Grab another person's hand Forced to make a contract before pulling the white cheeks The side that was just touched was so affectionate that the owner of the cheek cried loudly. Plus, he was struggling and kicking and punching all over the place.

“Don't break your promise...or I won't be interested in you ever again, Lee Byung Hun.”

“I have to care, right?” the little man retorted arrogantly. But first, a tall figure pinched his nose until his nose became discolored.

“All I did was because I cared. If you don't care, that's okay. But I think I already said it,” Minsoo replied, causing Byunghun to groan with something from his best friend that he himself couldn't quite define. Let's just say that it was annoying that this guy was sitting there complaining that he was worse than his mother who was sitting downstairs.

But I couldn't help but smile every time I saw this guy's face after he had an affair. I'm glad that...Min Soo is worried.

That's it!

FIN