Chapter 18

                                    

                                          



                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          

I quickly noticed that all eight boys had a habit of keeping touch while treating to them. While the nurse treated San's broken nose, I got tissues and wet them to treat any other cuts of the others. 
I stood in front of Yeosang. He still held the ice pack against his bruised lip as he looked up at me with brown doe eyes. I felt heat rose to my cheeks just from the way he was looking at me and looked down and broke the eye contact. 
I heard Yeosang's chuckle but just concentrated on cleaning the cut under his eye. It was quite a big gash and my eyebrows creased at the thought of might hurting him while trying to help. 
I almost didn't notice the small tug that came from my clothing. As if it was almost not even there and I looked down to see Yeosang fiddling with the hem of my shirt. 
I was quick to finish with the cut, putting a plaster on the freshly clean wound and with that I stepped back, causing Yeosang's fingers to fall from my clothing. 
I gave him a smile which he reciprocate. I threw the used tissue into a nearly bin and grabbed a fresh one, approaching Wooyoung next who sat on a nearby bed with his feet swinging back and forth in boredom. 
I giggled as I walked up to him and Wooyoung looked up with a smile "If it wouldn't be for the blood on the side of your face, I'd think you're just here out of boredom." 
"I am bored." The boy shrugged and I sat down next to him. 
"Doesn't it hurt?" I frowned because Wooyoung seemed so nonchalant about his injury and the fight and actually everything that had happened in the last hour.
"Nah." Wooyoung shook his head and I tilted my head with raised eyebrows, giving him a look. 
"A bit." He said after seeing my expression. 
I sat up straight and carefully cleaned the blood of his face while I felt his eyes staring at me, making me fail to completely concentrate and my hand trembled slightly. 
When I was finished with the blood I put my fingertips against Wooyoung's chin to push his head to the side, so he was looking forward, giving me better access to the cut itself and stopping his staring. 
By the time I stepped out of the medical wing as everyone was finished getting treated, I was as red as a tomato. From Wooyoung's staring, Yeosang's shy touches, Hongjoong's squeezing of my waist and don't get me started on Mingi's hand that had found it's place on my thigh, Yunho's fingers gently running up and down my side as I stood in front of him, Jongho taking a hold of my nondominant hand and caressing it while treating his wounds, Seongwha who had wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer as our bodies were mere inches away from another and lastly San who's nose had been treated by the nurse and she left his bloody lip for me to take care off, the boy smiling up so innocently at me before I sat down next to him and he had quite fairly distracted me with tugging my hair behind my ear and twiddling it between his fingers. 
I was a blushing mess. 
I didn't care what the boys would think but I quickly walked out of the school building to get a deep breath of fresh air to cool me down. 
I looked over, seeing Jaehyun and the others step out after me. Jaehyun met my eyes and he waved his fingers at me, causing me to avert my eyes instantly as I didn't want to associate myself with him. 
"You okay?" Seongwha suddenly stood behind me and I looked over my shoulder to also see Hongjoong who put his hand on my lower back as they watched Jaehyun carefully. 
"We saw them walking in the same direction as you." Hongjoong explained. 
"Oh no everything okay. Don't worry, I can handle myself." I told them. It was partly true, it just depended on how forceful Jaehyun acted but I could handle that. 
"But you don't have to," Hongjoong said and Seongwha continued his sentence "You have us now. We're with you." He leaned his face so far down that my breath hitched and I looked down at my feet with a clearing of my throat. 
"You're making her flustered, Hwa." Hongjoong chuckled and his hand on my back began stroking up and down.
"Not true." I muttered with an embarrassed smile. 
"It is true." Seongwha tilted his head to the side. 
"Okay maybe." I shrugged, I knew the two of them could already look through me. 
Seongwha and Honjgoong shared a proud look before Hongjoong pressed his hand against my back "Let's go back inside. Is it okay if we take you with us after school?" 
Did he just ask if I wanted? None of them ever did that before. They just did but had never asked if I wanted to. 
I looked at the boy, taken back from the question before I shook my head to snap me put of my surprise. 
"Yeah sure." I replied. 
"Good. It's important." 
Hongjoong said, making me wonder what the occasion is about. 
We walked back into the school building and met up with the others before the last class of the day started. 
We had missed a period and lunch due to the time spent in the medical wing and I hope to get a chance to speak with the teacher to get what was done in that class. 

When we entered the classroom, the teacher and the principal stood at the front. 
"Ah. The students I've waited for." The principal looked at us but we sat down anyway, confused expressions featuring their faces. 
"I hope you didn't think your wrong doings will be dismissed so easily." The principle spoke. 
San suddenly groaned from his seat in front of me and let his head fall down on his desk, seemingly knowing what will come. 
"Detention for the eight of you. For an entire week." 
I looked at the boys with an unsure look but they only seemed bored or annoyed. Yeosang looked back at me and gave me a half hearted shrug, silently saying that it didn't matter and wasn't so bad. 
I gave him a tiny smile and looked at the others again, my eyes meeting Hongjoong's and he gave me a wink with a smirk, convincing me that they really didn't seem to mind the detention classes.