Char's point of view

Santana continues to curse under her breath as she washes the barbecue sauce out of my hair. She was beyond pissed when I walked in the dorm with dry sauce and food all over me.

Santana: That chef is a scumbag.
Me: He's mean sometimes but he's also under a lot of stress. I shouldn't take his words too personal.

She stares at me unimpressed, a sigh leaves her lips before she smiles.

Santana: Ah Char, you're too nice for your own good.

I've heard that all my life. Even when I should be mad at someone I always find a way to sympathize with them and then boom, I'm not mad anymore.

Santana: You smell like a pound of pulled pork.
Me: Shut up.

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Jogging, jogging has always been my way to clear my head. Every Saturday I drive to the park on the other side of town to run down the path. I hum along to the song playing in my headphones while the cool breeze brushes by me.

I continue my pace until I trip over a branch. A scream falls out my lips at I tumble to the ground, I groan in pain as I roll over onto my ass. The gash on my leg is nasty, little pebbles stick through the blood making me gag.

So freaking clumsy, I try to stand but it hurts too much.

"Char?"

I look up and Hongjoong is standing there in a loose fitting black shirt, black sweatpants and a grey beanie. Judging from the earpods and running shoes he was on a morning jog as well. He kneels down to scan my leg.

Hongjoong: What happened?
Me: I fell.
Hongjoong: Ah, that's not good.

He brushes the rocks from my skin with a gentle touch.

Hongjoong: Be careful, we can't have you getting hurt.

He tries to help me stand but I can't because of the pain. He notices and scoops me up in his arm making me gasp. We head towards the parking lot and I frown.

Me: Put me down I'm too heavy to carry.
Hongjoong: No, you can't even walk.
Me: But my car is the opposite way.
Hongjoong: You're not driving with a beat up leg. I'll have someone get your car later.
Me: It's just a gash, I'll be fine.
Hongjoong: I'll take you back to my place so I can clean it.
Me: That's not necessary.

He sighs.

Hongjoong: Stop being so stubborn.
Me: I just don't want you wasting your time on me.
Hongjoong: Time with you is not a waste now hush.

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I stare at him as he cleans and wraps my cut. Once he finishes he smiles at his work before making us some tea.

Me: Why?
Hongjoong: Why what?
Me: There's people who have known me for a while who wouldn't have done this but you, someone who barely knows me helped. Why?

His kind smile never falters as he sits the drink in front of me. He stares at me in deep thought before humming.

Hongjoong: You needed help so I gave it to you. I'll always help you if I can.
Me: I'm not worth it though.

His smile slips away as he stares at me with hard eyes. He walks over and grabs me by the shoulders, my eyes widen as he looks at me with a serious face.

Hongjoong: Who told you that?

I shrug.

Myself I suppose, I've always been a self deprecating person. It tends to turn people off and push them away. I understand it can be a bit annoying and overwhelming but I can't help it.

I don't feel like I deserve good things.

Hongjoong: Listen to me little one, you deserve all the nice things this universe has to offer. Fuck anyone who disagrees.

I tap his lips with my finger out of habit, forgetting for a quick sec he's not Santana.

Me: Don't curse.

He giggles.

Hongjoong: Ah, I'm sorry.
Me: Thank you for your kind words, I really needed them today.
Hongjoong: Any time, but I need a favor from you.

I hum.

Hongjoong: Go on a date with me.

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it's so funny that in the kink and the sadist they would be fucking by now but our boy joong is like slow and steady wins the race.

plus neither of them know about each other's kink yet.

this is gonna be funnnn.

also i started working on san's book ;)