[BTS Jung Hoseok] Mr. Jung, your dew elf, please check it out

"This is the second time I hold your hand"

"If I kiss you, I wonder how you will react."

"I really want to know"

When Bingyue said this, Zheng Hoseok felt even more sorry.

"But I did hurt you, didn't I?"

He whispered in a tone that only he could hear clearly.

Is he blaming himself?

“Jung Hoseok, I accept your apology.

"But you can't blame yourself anymore, okay?"

He suddenly looked up at the elf, and felt that just one glance was not enough.

I want to look at it greedily a few more times.

His heart beat faster for the elf, because she felt warm.

"Bingyue, does it hurt?" She couldn't hide her distress.

Bingyue put her hand on her forehead and back of her hand. It actually didn't hurt much, but if she shook her head, the man would definitely blame himself even more.

"It hurts a little."

And he didn't notice the beads of sweat on his forehead or his breathing that still hadn't calmed down yet.

However, Bingyue noticed. Raising her hand, a handkerchief fell on the back of her hand. Bingyue handed it to Zheng Hoseok: "Wipe it, there is sweat on your forehead."

Freezing on that square handkerchief, he turned his attention to her again, and said what he was thinking before his brain: "Okay."

He just wiped the sweat in front of Bingyue. The handkerchief was held in his hand, and like magic, he brushed away the sweat on his forehead. He touched his neck a few more times, and there was sweat there too. .

Bingyue stood there motionless, unable to take her eyes away from Zheng Hoseok. The nervous feeling came out again, and her heart was pounding and inciting her eardrums.

"Bingyue."

Zheng Hoseok lowered his head to wipe the sweat and said her name naturally. He broke into her sight without warning and inevitably.

Their eyes met and he smiled, as if he wanted to melt Bingyue's heart.

How could she be allowed to stand here like this, with bruises on her face and hands.

He took Bingyue's hand and walked out: "Bingyue, come here."

Letting the boy hold her hand, she was thinking about where to take her and what to do.

"Come, sit down."

Zheng Hoseok took Bingyue and sat down on the soft chair, while he walked to the drawer under the TV and rummaged for something.

Bingyue sat quietly and called him: "Zheng Hoseok."

He turned around, still holding the cabinet: "Huh?"

"What are you looking for?"

The words "medical kit" were almost blurted out, but he stopped him in time. Then he thought that Bingyue probably didn't know what a medical kit was. He said, "You will know soon."

It was a white plastic box that seemed to contain a lot of things.

But there was a row of words in the upper left corner, which Bingyue neither recognized nor could read. The words were like symbols arranged together. What she saw were a circle, a vertical line, a horizontal line, a dot...

These circles, vertical and horizontal dots are piled together, which is very unfamiliar to Bingyue, let alone understand the meaning expressed by this unfamiliar text.

I can speak Chinese proficiently, and I can also speak some English. The conversation between her and Zheng Hoseok was basically a mixture of Chinese and English. She regretted why she didn't learn more languages ​​​​of the human world.

"What are you thinking about?"

While she was still in a daze, Zheng Hoseok had already sat down next to Bingyue with the medical kit in hand.

Wanting to know what she was thinking, her words were as ambiguous as those of a close lover.

Bingyue was a little embarrassed. She pointed at the row of unintelligible words with her finger and looked at Zheng Hoseok again. The latter soon understood her doubts. Zheng Hoseok kept opening the medical box with his hands and translated the "medical box" into English to Bingyue.

He paused for a while: "Write it for you to read."

Oh, the papers and pens are all in the study room, but there is nothing around here. Why did you say it so quickly? Now you are going to be embarrassed in front of Bingyue.

It was true that he just enjoyed sharing it with her too much.

Bingyue spread her palms and stretched out her hand in front of Zheng Hoseok: "Write it here."

He picked it up involuntarily, touched it with his fingertips and then held it.

During this period, he quietly took a look. The girl's eyebrows were crooked and she suppressed a smile. However, after a while, she focused on reading the words he wrote on the palm of her hand.

This is the second time I hold your hand.

If... if I kiss you, how will you react?

I really want to know.