I sat on the couch, my eyes fixed on Sung-min as he took out a spirit and a cotton, cleaning my chin so it wouldn't get inflamed.
Well, I didn't get a wound and though it was a bit swollen, it wasn't that bad.
Still, I let him do whatever he could. He was the doctor after all, haha.
Anyway, from this angle, I could watch him very closely and not get told off. It was his problem for being so handsome.
His face was pale and if you looked very closely, you would see a bit of frost on his skin. Pretty frost.
And then his carved brows, his sharp eyeliner and his suspiciously long lashes... Tch, it's the same then and now.
His lashes are still so pretty for a man. And an ice one as well.
"I think you'll just need to apply an ice pack here, so it won't swell more than this." He said and I grinned like a mischievous cat.
Did he say ice pack?
"Go get some." He said and my grin widened.
"Why should I?" I asked and he raised an eyebrow.
"Do I need to say it again?" He asked as I rolled my eyes away.
"I mean, why should I go get an ice pack when I have an ice man right in front of me?" I said, prompting his frown but before he could even make a move, I took his hand.
I was one step ahead of this guy.
"Come on, don't be shy," I said, pulling his hand towards my face. And then I whispered in a sensual way that shouldn't fit in this situation but it kind of did. "I won't bite."
Sung-min looked at me and then stiffened his hand so it wouldn't reach my face.
I tugged but it was as if I was pulling a boulder.
What the...? Was he really scared I'd bite him?
"Stop playing hard to get," I said but he still wouldn't move. He wouldn't say a word either.
Just watched as I tried to pull his arm with all my might.
I sighed, exhausted from my attempts but that wasn't the end.
'Well, if the mouse doesn't go to the cat then the cat just has to go to the mouse.' I thought and then brought my chin forward.
But, as if he saw this coming, he pulled his arm back.
"Wait, are you really doing this? Don't be so stingy when you have a lot of ice to spare." I scolded and then he released his hand, allowing me to pull.
As soon as his cold hand touched my chin, it felt like fire had touched ice with steam floating out of the contact spot.
Yeah, that hit the spot.
It felt so nice.
And it felt like he coated his palm in ice to give a better effect because with my own heat, just his palm wouldn't have given me the desirable effect.
While I was loving the impact of his cold skin on mine, acting like a kitten that had just been given a ball of yarn, Sung-min, in all honesty, smiled.
Now, I didn't believe it at first. I didn't think anything I did for the moment would move that rigid expression on his face, besides the first time we met when he caught me falling from the building, but look at this.
Look at that warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
And... I was sure of it... He didn't even know what he was doing.
When he noticed my shocked gaze on him, that was when he realized it. And he, too, was shocked at his smile.
He brushed his chin, his fingers grazing his frozen lips and I watched every bit of it. I watched as he vividly contemplated what he was doing just now.
Just what was he thinking that made him smile like that? A long-lost smile that brought warm tears to my heart.
Ah, was it the sight of my silly antics? I would be greatly pleased if that was it.
"Sung-min," I called, planning to seize this moment. "Can I have your phone number?"
"I already gave it to you though." He answered and I laughed.
"That burned down along with my phone and house," I said and he twisted a bit, thinking if it was a good idea. "Think about it. You know I'm living in such a dangerous place. Who knows when something will happen?"
"You can contact the agency." He said but I rolled my eyes.
"Please. As if they would come at top speed." I said and looked into his eyes, rubbing his hand that stayed on my chin. "If I had your number and you knew I was in danger, wouldn't you come at super speed?"
"And why would I do that?" He asked and I felt irked. This troublesome... Sigh.
"If I die and my building gets destroyed, where do you think you can go and get a hotpot as delicious as mine?" I asked him. "And who's going to tease you every so often?"
"I don't need that."
"Sure, sure," my face smeared with not just doubt but a brazen attitude to keep pushing on. "Then will you say we're not friends just because you don't need one?"
"...!" He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Come on, go ahead and say you don't need friends, and watch as I make a scene in every aspect of your life?
I won't let you fall for me as simply as I'm doing right now. I'll become even more shameless, more brazen, and louder.
Your everyday life will be a mess. Try me and see.
"I can't say I don't need friends." He said. "The reason I don't have any isn't because I don't need them."
Hm? What's this? A concession out of nowhere.
"In any case, if you simply want to be my friend with no hidden motives then I'll welcome it."
What? What???
What's with this 360-degree turn in attitude and thinking?
I was very sure he was the kind of guy who believed they didn't need friends.
At least, that's the attitude he's been putting up all this time. And it was the same in the past too.
What changed?