-, Lee Know.minsung; FEM AU!!

In the small, bright apartment of Jisung and her beloved Minho, an atmosphere of calm and comfort reigned. The sun was shining outside the window, drops of melting snow were dripping from the roof, and the air smelled fresh. Spring. Jisung was in the kitchen while her girlfriend was in the room, watching some horror movie, hugging their cats, waiting for Han to come back. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed green tea and vanilla buns. Jisung was making tea for herself and her girlfriend, she couldn't watch a movie without food. However, while Han was busy preparing the drinks, she didn't notice how the teapot, which was not standing level, began to slide. At one point, it fell, landing with a dull thud on Jisung's palm, burning it. Han screamed, pulling her hand back, looking at the wound that had formed. The burn area turned red and the girl felt her heart beat faster from the burning pain and fear. Minho, who was in the other room, instantly jumped up when she heard her lover's screams. Getting out of bed, she quickly hurried to her. Running into the kitchen, she saw Jisung sitting on the floor, wincing in pain, and her palm was red. -Jisung!-Minho said, dropping to the floor next to her. -What happened? “It’s okay,” Jisung tried to calm her down, although she herself felt tears treacherously welling up in her eyes. “The kettle just fell...” Minho, ignoring Jisung's words that everything was fine, grabbed her by the elbow and moved her to the faucet, turning on the cold water, putting her palm there to ease the pain. After about fifteen minutes, she turned off the water and sat Jisung down on a chair near the table, taking a first aid kit out of the top cabinet. Kneeling down in front of the still flustered Jisung, she tied her long hair into a tight ponytail so that nothing would get in the way and focused on the wound, taking out some gauze from the first aid kit. -Minho...-the younger one moaned pitifully, feeling the softness of the gauze on her palm. -Everything is really fine, I could have handled it myself... "A kettle fell on you, honey," Li said with a smile. "It's not 'everything's fine'."