Mark's POV

Title and myself helped P'Gun to hop on his good leg to my car.

After I made sure that he had settled comfortably on the passenger seat beside me, I closed the door and walked around to the driver's side.

"Don't forget to buckle up, P'Gun," I said.

"Yes," he said, but I noticed that his eyes were closed tightly in a grimace. He was still in pain.

I moved to grab the seat belt and buckled him up.

"I'm sorry that you have to take care of me like this," he said, "It's not that I'm just acting like a child."

"No, no, no," I said quickly, "I'm not thinking that way of you."

"I just feel so disabled right now and I hate it," he said, and started to cry.

I moved close and tried to give him a comforting hug.

"Now I hate myself even more," he said.

"Because I have to hug you to comfort you?" I asked, unexpectedly feeling upset.

"No," he said, "because I am crying which I shouldn't be because I'm all grown up so I shouldn't be crying helplessly like this."

"P'Gun!" I scolded him, "crying because you're in pain should not be considered as childish! You got very wrong ideas! Grownups can cry, too! Why are you so conscious of age and linking some behaviors to childishness?"

I was starting to get upset with him now. He was making me feel defensive about my being younger than him.

I started the engine and started driving towards his house.

I turned the music on and drove in silence, just listening to the music and being alert to the traffic around me.

When we reached his house, he thanked me and made a move to open the door but I grabbed his hand.

"First of all," I said, "you cannot just get out of the car by yourself. You need my assistance. Second of all, I would like to clarify some things with you before I let you go."

He looked at me anxiously, as if afraid of what I was about to say.

"P'Gun," I said as gently and as patiently as I could, "do you find me repulsive?"

"What? Why would you think that?" he asked in astonishment.

"Because during all our fan meetings, you are always only smiling and getting close to the fans, trying to avoid any skinships with me," I replied, looking intently at him to watch his reactions to my words.

"I... "

I could tell he was searching for words, thinking carefully what to say to me, perhaps to not offend me.

"I just don't want you to think that I am trying to take advantage of your being so young," he said almost in a whisper, as if afraid for me to hear.

But I heard him clearly and I banged my fist against the wheel, accidentally setting off the horn.

He almost jumped at the loud sound.

"P'Gun!" I could not help yelling at him, "when are you ever gonna stop thinking about our age gap???"

"I'm not thinking about our age gap, Mark," he said, sounding a bit frustrated, "I'm only focused on how young you are, how you are still basically a child and how you might think that I am taking advantage of your youth."

That word again. Child. Child, child, child, child, child!

"One day," I was poking my index finger at his face, "one day, P'Gun, I'm going to prove to you that I Am Not A Child."

With those words, I hurriedly got out of my seat and walked around to his side of the car.

At the same time, I saw the staff who had followed us to P'Gun's house using P'Gun's car, get out of the car and saw him walk over to me.

We both helped P'Gun to get out of the car and put his weight on his good leg.

"Wait," he said, taking his phone from his pocket, "let me call my grandpa to come out and help me get inside the house."

I wanted to ask him why he was living with his grandparents instead of his parents but I held back my tongue. If he did not volunteer the information, I wasn't going to ask him. Maybe he had a good reason for not telling people why. Maybe it was something that would only make him feel sad if he was reminded about it.