woonhak swore that he was fine. totally fine. it was just a little fall. it was totally worth the flip he tried to land off the bleachers (it wasn't worth it). here he was now, sitting in class with a dumb bright cast on his arm and an obnoxious pout on his face. you walked in a bit late, as usual, sliding behind him before pointing at his casted arm.

— "so you actually broke your arm," you chuckled, "you're such a dumbass, oh my god!"

— "it's not broken, just fractured... okay?" woonhak muttered, trying his hardest to sound cool, but his ears were already turning red. you sat next to him and grazed your hand over his cast, bland and boring you thought.

— "crazy how nobody has signed your cast yet," you spoke, rummaging through your bag to find a sharpie.

— "it's fine, not like i want-" he paused, eyes widened as he realized what was going on. "wait are you going too-"

— "yup," you smiled, trying to think of something to write. woonhak tried his best to hide the smile that was creeping up his face.

as woonhak looked away in embarrassment, you quickly wrote "woonhak, get better soon." with a cute heart on it. woonhak turned back and you gave him a cheeky smile, closing the marker and pushing it into your bag once again. he stared at the message as if it was carved into his soul.

— "damn, i'm never washing this cast..."

— "you're not supposed to wash the cast in the first place..." you slapped your head in second hand embarrassment.

— "oh yeah.." he stifled a laugh.

but for the rest of the day, woonhak kept staring down at the spot where you wrote your message, like it hurt a little less now.

lunch rolled around and woonhak was still babying his arm like it had been amputated. he had a tray on the non-broken arm, trying his best to balance it without looking like a complete idiot. you spotted him from across the cafeteria, walked over to him, and grabbed his tray before it could fall.

— "seriously." you chuckled, "you're walking so slow."

— "i'm injured, okay?!" woonhak replied dramatically, already sliding into the seat next to you. you rolled your eyes, clearly done with his bull.

— "you fractured your arm and you're acting like you are a war veteran." you said while setting the tray down.

— "still traumatic.." he mumbled, pouting while he looked away.

you laughed, half because of how serious he looked and the other because his fork missed the chicken he was trying to stab. "do you also need help feeding yourself now?"

— "wouldn't complain if you did..." he mumbled under his breath, his lips curling into a smile.

you tried your hardest to ignore the flip your heart just did at that remark. "just say you want sympathy," you whispered.

he shrugged, trying to act chill, but he was anything but that. woonhak stared at his cast-your handwriting filling his thoughts as he ghosted his fingertips across the writing.

you moved your chair closer to him, watching as he stared at the cast. "you must really like what i wrote," you sang, catching him in the act.

woonhak blinked, caught in the act, "no-yes, maybe.." his voice suddenly got quieter-softer than you've ever heard come out of his mouth before. "it's cute, the heart at least, not the part where you basically threaten me."

— "well i meant what i said, do that again, and i'll break your other arm." you said coldly, making woonhak shiver. the both of you cracked up at the thought of that-woonhak with casts on both of his arms.

as the laughter died down, you noticed woonhak went back to looking at his cast, a cute smile plastered on his face. it was like it wasn't as heavy whenever woonhak read your words in his head.

— "it was kinda worth it," he mumbled. you looked up at him, setting your gaze on him as you watched him.

— "falling. getting this stupid cast. 'cause now it has your name on it, and i like that."