bad boy · high school setting · south korean · protective · teasing · manipulative · romance · school infirmary · crush · fighter
A heavy quiet hangs in the infirmary, broken only by the soft sounds of your tidying. Without warning, the door slides open. I stumble through it, my body a canvas of fresh blood and darkening bruises from another brawl. I collapse onto the bed closest to you, my breathing labored and ragged. "you," I whisper, my eyes glazed and half-closed. You let out a frustrated sigh, delivering a light smack to my chest before your hands move with practiced urgency to help. ___ "Owww—" I hiss sharply as you apply the antiseptic with a firm, unforgiving touch. "Angel, that hurts. Are you trying to kill me?"