"I...Yeah, kinda," he mumbles from the other side of the door, not helping me feel less anxious at all. "What do you mean 'kinda'? Did you fall?"

"Wait," he does not answer my question but only gives me the option to be patient. "I'm bleeding, but there's blood- Fuck, your towel is stained-"

"What?!" I shout and hold the handle of the door. "Where are you bleeding from? Is it serious? Open the door."

"It's just my hand, but my side," he groans in pain, sounding closer to the door. "It hurts like hell, dammit. Why the fuck is your shower so slippery?" he opens the door. Standing in front of me, he holds the stained towel around his hips, revealing his body like he never did before. "I'm sorry, there's blood everywhere," he keeps his bloody hand up, his wet hair dripping onto his skin already glistening with water.

I touch his injured hand gently, feeling my heart break for him as he winces in pain. The wound is right between the thumb and index finger, and this looks terrible. "Dammit, Jungkook...I'm like the worst person to ever get injured around," I say as I check the trail of blood he left on the floor. "Why?"

"Because I can't stand the sight of wounds like that, it makes me sick," I move forward and bring him closer to the sink. "Keep your hand here," I turn the water on and grab a washcloth to clean the wound. "If you feel sick, I'll take care of it. It's okay."

"It's fine," I assure him, trying to hide my own feelings of nausea. "How did you get that wound, though? What were you doing?" I peek up at him, noticing some redness over his cheekbones again. He licks his lips and bites his bottom one, concealing a smile. "I dropped my bottle of shampoo, so I went to grab it but slipped. I tried to hold onto the only thing I had near me, which was that damn glass wall, and that's how that happened."

"See, if you stayed home, none of that would have happened," I apply pressure onto the wound and look for a bandage to stop the bleeding. "Shut up. I'd rather get hurt and have you take care of me," he smiles softly, saying dumb words. "So disrespectful," I mutter under my breath as I continue to tend to his wound.

I grab a spray bottle of disinfectant and clean the wound before carefully applying the bandage.

"Could you...like...I couldn't put the towel around me properly, and I'd like to scratch my neck, but I can't use my hand," he asks for some help as I just wrapped his hand in the bandage. "Is it itching?" I grab the tape and glance up at him. "Yeah, really bad right now."

I reach out for his neck and touch one spot. "Here?"

"No, in the front, next to my Adam's apple," he guides me, indicating exactly where he feels the itch. I move my fingers over his throat until he tells me this is the right area, and I scratch it for him. "A little harder."

I chuckle, scratch the spot as he desires, and he sighs in relief, saying, "That feels much better now. Thank you."

"It's gonna leave a red mark," I grin and quickly finish securing the bandage. "I hope it does."

I set my eyes back on him, not believing he would dare say that. He just smiles mischievously in response. "What?" he asks, amused.

"Nothing. You really got your blood everywhere, you dummy," I grab some cotton pads to clean up his arm first. "You should probably go get stitches tomorrow. Just in case."

"Yes," he uses his hand to wrap the towel around his hips and make sure it stays in place. "Thank you. Clean the floor for me now," he grabs another towel to dry his hair, but I stay still and stare at him. "Excuse me?" I lean forward and look at his reflection. His pretty eyes obviously go down to my cleavage and quickly look back up to meet my gaze. "I'm joking," he drops the towel on the sink cabinet and flashes a grin.

He grabs some toilet paper and starts cleaning the floor. "That's what I thought," I say, but help him nonetheless. "Just go and put some clothes on. I'll take care of this."

"No, it's my fault," he does not go but makes sure no blood is left on the floor. I throw the dirty paper and look at him do the same. "Where is your hairdryer?" he comes towards me, as I could not help but have a glimpse of his torso. I open a cabinet and get the appliance he asked for. "Here," I hand it to him.

"Can you help me with it? I'm not gonna lie, it's hard to use my hand without feeling pain," he plugs it in, and I take it back. "Fine. You're a little too tall, though."

"That's my dad's fault. He got me and Minjun to be big babies," he blames it on his father, who he should thank instead. "Well, that's a good thing. I'd consider myself lucky if I were you," I gaze at him and wait for him to be ready. "Lucky? Why do you think so?"

"That's always attractive to women. A tall man is always better," I turn the hairdryer on and begin drying his hair, lifting my arm up. I blow the air towards his head and comb his hair with my hand.

I cannot help but notice how handsome he looks.

"Wait," he laughs as he reaches out for the button to turn it off. He walks out of the bathroom, and before I could question him, he comes back with a chair. "Here, it should be easier," he sits down in front of me, and I go back to it. I try not to make too much of a mess, and he closes his eyes to not get the air in them.

"Here you are," I turn the hairdryer off and put it down. Then, I get in front of him to style his hair. I have never been able to style my hair as well as I can with his.

"Does it look okay?" he asks, spreading his legs to let me stand between them. I smile and nod, loving how soft this feels. "You're cute," I cup his face and drop a kiss on his head.

As I step back to tidy up, I look at him in the mirror and catch him glancing at my thighs. He runs his eyes up my body, not stopping until he lays his attention over my face.

He quickly realizes I have been watching him the whole time. He averts his gaze and nibbles on his lips to hide his adorable grin.

Once I turn around and lock eyes with him, he maintains eye contact and fiddles with his bandage. "Can I get another kiss?"

"What makes you think you deserve one?" I cross my arms, unable to not smile at him. "Because I'm a cute and pretty boy?"

I chuckle, not finding this to be a valid reason. I still give in and lean over to give him another kiss on the forehead. "Only because you got hurt," I stroke his cheek and go out as I saw him look at me in the sweetest way.

50 minutes later...

After cooking something new for Jungkook, I head to the living room with a dish of mochi ice cream.

"I need you to try this," I disturb him as he is playing and sit down next to him. "Hm?" he peeks at the dessert I brought him. His eyes light up with excitement.

"Purple, white, pink, or blue?" I let him choose. "Purple," he looks at me, paying less attention to his game. I grab the mochi he picked and heave it up to his mouth. As he just finished his match, he drops his controller and leans towards me to take a bite.

He does not complain about the flavor and nods. "That's so good," he already swallows the cold ice cream and wraps his hand around mine, eating the rest of the treat.

"Is it that good?" I laugh at his behavior. He always acts like he's been starving for days when I feed him. "Yeah, this one tasted so good. I actually want you to do that for dessert more often," he licks his lips, raising his eyes up to mine. "What's the flavor?"

"Taro," I tell him. "Oh, no wonder it's so good," he peeks down at the other ones on the dish, so I pick the pink one for him. "Do you want to try that one?"

He nods and comes closer, opening his mouth eagerly. I place the mochi in his mouth and watch as he takes a mouthful. He savors the sweet flavor, chewing slowly as he tries to identify the taste.

After a moment, his pretty eyes meet mine again, and he asks, "Strawberry? Or something like...It tastes like vanilla or almond; I don't know."

"It's called 'cherry blossom' flavor. I don't know what it's supposed to taste like, though," I do not tell otherwise. "Try it. That's really good too."

"Don't you want the rest?" I hesitate to steal a part of his food, and he shakes his head, smiling. "I want you to eat too."

I decide to take a small bite, curious to see what it tastes like. As soon as I take the last part off my lips, I notice Jungkook staring at them. "Hm, it's actually good. What the hell?" I agree with him.

He grins and leans in as I put the dish down between us. His tongue runs over his lips again, and I cannot help but feel a flutter in my stomach. "What?" I ask, chewing on the soft ice cream. He pretends nothing is wrong and continues to stare at me.

Feeling too affected by his gaze, I grab the last bit of pink mochi and hold it up to his mouth. He moves forward to eat it, his lips touching the powdered dough; I tease him and throw it in my mouth instead.

He looks slightly disappointed and pouts. "You're so mean."

"Shouldn't have eyeballed me like that," I smile and lick the powder off my fingers. "Eyeballed?" he raises his eyebrows and scoffs. "I wasn't even doing anything."

"Yes, you were. You know it," I respond playfully, drifting my eyes to the TV screen. "Still, you're mean to me, even though I'm always a good boy."

An instant smile spreads across my face as I try not to let it happen, and I set my eyes on him. "Why are you smiling like that?" he mentions, feigning ignorance. "You're nineteen. I know what those words mean in your mouth."

He pretends not to be amused and quits his game. "It means the same as it would in a kid's mouth."

"No, it doesn't," I lean back, getting in a more comfortable position. "Then what do you think it means? There's nothing wrong about what I just said."

I stare into his eyes, knowing what game he is playing with me. His puppy dog eyes gaze back at me, attempting to win me over. I laugh uncontrollably and ignore him. "You're not playing anymore?"

"You're avoiding my question?" he asks, not giving up on this. "Yeah, you're a brat."

"Tch," he clicks his tongue in defeat, not argument in mind. He lies down and turns towards the mochis. He silently grabs one and bites into it. After filling his mouth up, he licks his lips, the ice cream melting against it, and he looks up at me. "What is this flavor?"

"Violet," I respond. As he keeps chewing, he pushes himself up, takes another bite, and brings the last piece up to my mouth. "Try."

I smile and open my mouth to eat it, but he presses it against my chin before putting it in my mouth. "Oops, sorry," he smirks and lays back down on his side, licking his lips.

"You're a baby," I judge him for doing the same as I did, wiping the cream off my skin. "I know. Can you put the last one in the freezer for tomorrow? My tummy's full."

"Your tummy?" I chuckle and take hold of the dish. "Yes, my tummy hurts," he groans and rolls over on his back. "See, such a baby boy you are," I tease as I walk toward the freezer. I protect the mochi and put it in.

I wash the stickiness off my hands and go back to him. "Do you want to sleep?" I ask as I sit down next to his face. "Hm. I don't know. My head's hurting."

"Did you take a pill?" I run my hand through his hair, feeling the soft strands slip through my fingers. "No," he closes his eyes and tucks a pillow under his head.

"Why? This would help at least," I keep my hand over his head, remembering how much he liked me doing it last time this happened. "It's better when you take care of me."

I smile but feel some pain. This is the first time someone acts that way towards me. No one ever needed or wanted my attention that bad. But I can't deny that it feels good to be needed.

I stay quiet, finding comfort in playing with his hair, a silent bond forming between us. I keep my eyes on him, his peaceful expression calming me down, and I rub my thumb over his temple.

"You should go to bed," I suggest softly, but he responds with a pout, showing his reluctance. "No. You won't be near me," he comes closer.

I do not speak, feeling warm and soft, as he relaxes under my touch. I tenderly comb his hair back, his hand moving up to the pillow. He curls up and does not say anything anymore, remaining in this comfortable position.

"I'll stay in the bed until you fall asleep if you want," I give in again, knowing that he enjoys the feeling of safety and warmth. His beautiful eyes open, and he looks at me. "Really?"

"Yeah, that's fine with me if it helps you feel better," I nod. In a quick second, he sits up. "I wanna go to bed then."

"Alright," I cannot help smiling. I stand up and turn the TV off, as well as the lamp. I lead him upstairs to the mezzanine, a cozy space with the bed waiting. "I changed the sheets and all just for you," I say, but he frowns. "Where is your bed if I sleep here?"

"I'll sleep on the couch," I pull the blanket away. "What the hell do you mean? I don't want to sleep here if I know you're gonna spend the night on the couch."

"I'm used to it because of sleepwalking, so don't worry about it," I do my best to reassure him, but he remains unconvinced. "Are you sure? You're not lying, right?"

"I'm not lying. I promise," I look into his eyes, and he sits down on the mattress. "Do you often sleepwalk?" he lies down as I join him. "Not really, but after waking up while walking down the stairs once, I've been scared to sleep in my bed since then. Sometimes I just do it, though. The bed is much better."

"I'll keep an eye on you if you want," he buries his face in the pillow and comes close, nearly touching my hip with his face. "No. Sleep like a baby and don't worry about me," I turn the lamp off here too and play with his hair.

•••

4 am.

The sound of someone walking down the stairs wakes me up, some heavy hail hitting the windows. I raise my head from my pillow to check on Jungkook.

He walks around the L-shaped sofa to reach the side I am not using, holding his blanket and pillow. "What are you doing?" I turn around as he silently sits down. "I don't wanna be alone," he says as he drops his pillow near mine, which I tuck in the corner.