Error Code 404 (Saeran x Reader x Saeyoung) {Completed}

Chapter 26~ Decisions (Stay home)

(Y/n)'s P.O.V.

"Fine..." I sighed. Saeyoung smiled and patted my head.

"Good." He said, "I don't want whatever you have to escalate." He sighed and stood up. "I'll be right back, I need to go get something." He said as he started to walk away. I sighed and lied back down. I stared at the celling.

I'm sorry Saeran. I thought, Saeyoung's right, I shouldn't go anywhere with a low fever. What if it's contagious, I could pass it on to someone or even Saeran. The doctor said he had a weak immune system as it is... I can't take the chance, I should just stay home today.

"I'm back, sorry." Saeyoung said as he walked back into the room. He walked over to me and placed some things on the table next to me. "If I had to guess what happened I'd have to say that your stomach got infected because someone didn't change the bandage."

"I forgot about it." I huffed.

"Yeah, yeah, sit up please." He said. I did as he said which sent a pain through my stomach. I leaned against the head board. "Lift your shirt up please." Saeyoung said. My eyes widened.

"WHAT?!" I shouted.

"I need to clean it and bandage it."

"I-I can do it myself." I said as my face heated up.

"If I don't do it it's not going to get done."

"I just said I can do it!"

"You and I both know you're just saying it so you don't have to do it."

"No, I'll go and do it right-"

"Just do it." he said. I opened my mouth about to protest against it but then shut it. I sighed and did as he said. I looked in the other direction, not wanting to face Saeyoung. He chuckled at me.

"S-shut up!" I said. He chuckled again. I ignored him. He started to undo the bandages around my stomach. Once the bandages were off I heard Saeyoung inhale sharply.

"Yeah, that does not look good at all." He said. I looked at my stomach.

"It's not that bad." I said.

"Why do you always say 'its not that bad'?!" Sayeoung asked, "Like then you got that burn on your arm and it went up to your elbow."

"Because it's not." I said, "It'll heal on its own if you let it." He ignored my comment.
"How is your arm anyway?" He asked as he took the bottle of hydrogen peroxide and poured it onto a gauze pad. I shrugged and pulled the sleeve of the black jacket I wearing. As the jacket was pulled up it revealed a white bandage that cooled around my arm. I carefully touched it to see if it had healed. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt anymore.

"Seems like it's fine now."

"Good." He places the bottle onto the night stand and looked back to me.

"Is this really necessary?"

"Yes."

"Why?"