day after day filled with hours of crying into my bestfriend’s arms. fucking loser. all over some stupid guy who can’t treat me the way i deserve to be treated.. according to sungchan.
‘you deserve way better than that’ and ‘just leave him, i’ll protect you’ are his main sentences. i’ve heard them enough, so much that i hear it in my dreams. he’s right tho.
i press the doorbell, can hear the sound ringing inside. somehow the echo of the most annoying invention ever- brings me peace.. the door opens and before i can even register that, sungchan grabs my face carefully. ‘what did he do this time?’ he asks in a soft tone, trying so hard not to startle me ‘can i come inside first?’ i mumble and he nods instantly, helping me inside.
we got into a petty argument because i asked him to do the dishes. ‘thats what i have you for’ he retorted. i got mad and kinda flipped out. yelling at him that i’m not his slave, his housewife, that i have other stuff to do while he’s just lazing around. and before i knew it he was in front of me and my cheek was stinging. he yelled back, i couldn’t do or say anything. i just froze. he ranted on about how i should be thanking him because he brings in most of the money. i shouldn’t have argued back on that because he shoved me to the floor and kicked my side.
sungchan’s eyes widen at the story and reaches out to lift my shirt, checking my ribs for bruising. ‘i’m keeping you here.. it’s too dangerous’ he says and gets up from the couch. i sighs softly, relieved that he won’t let me go back. he returns with an ice pack ‘lay down’ he crouches down next to me as i do so. sungchan carefully places the pack over the forming bruises and rubs his thumb over my forehead a couple of times before pressing a kiss instead.
‘get some sleep okay?’ i nod and close my eyes, the feeling of lips still tingling. he grabs a blanket and spreads it over me. i hum in response, already drifting off. ‘he won’t bother you anymore..’ he sighs and stands up. the door clicks shut right before sleep overtakes me.
“i’m starting to regret that i asked you,” i mumble as harua pushes my hand flat against the table again. “and i’m starting to regret that i agreed,” he rolls his eyes.
i look down at my hand, gotta admit- he does nails better than i do myself. i sigh and lean back in my chair, earning an immediate “sit still!” i let out an over exaggerated whine. “haruaaaa, how much longer?” harua moves away the small brush and looks at me. “it’ll take longer every time you complain,” then he continues.
i put my head down on the table. harua pouts, “stars are already difficult enough, sit still!” i groan at his words. “and this is only the first hand too.” harua looks away from my hand up to my face, “good thing you only have two.” at that, i drop my head onto the table with a loud thud. harua snorts before once again, looking down at my hand.
i reach out for my drink, and immediately get a light slap on my hand. “sit still,” he complains while drawing a tiny star. “am i not allowed to drink anymore? this is abuse!” he rolls his eyes at that and fires back; “the only abuse going on here is you using me to do your nails while i have to listen to you whine.” i gasp loudly at that- of course in a joking manner. i sit up fully while i do so, my hand getting pulled back with the rest of my body. the action causing a streak of polish to get painted onto my finger. harua sighs, “will you just sit still for twenty minutes?” his lips pursing into a slight pout. i immediately go back into my previous position, hunching forward again so he can continue.
“sit still for the last minutes.” he huffs and i nod.
after almost 25 minutes, harua finally finishes with the last brush stroke and leans back in his chair with a proud expression. i squeal, “thank you! they look awesome.” he nods. “next time you ask me to do this again, remind me of this moment.” i raise an eyebrow. “then, i’ll think twice before doing your nails.” he laughs a bit and i roll my eyes.