"Stupid dance classes! I can't believe I tripped myself up again!" I've never been into trying out dance but I've always loved how flawless and artistic it looks. So, I decided to join a dance club my school offers. Unfortunately, I have 2 left feet and always end up getting hurt somehow.

Luckily, we happen to have one spectacular nurse! Baizhu walks into his office space while I sit down and get comfortable on his nursing bed.

"My my my dearie, you are getting far too comfortable in here. Isn't this your- 3rd time here this week?"

I pout and dramatically slouch on the couch, "Oh but Dr.Baizhu, I simply am just awful at dancing. I simply cannot dance for the life of me!" He rolls his eyes and moves my legs to sit down and places them on his lap, examining my ankle.

"Your ankle hurts, correct?" He moves it to the left and right gently and I jump, "Ow! Yes yes! That hurts!"

He just smirks at my discomfort and leans over to get a bandage to wrap my ankle. "Just rest for a few days and stay off your ankle. If not, you will get worse. Might be wise to put some ice on it to help alleviate the pain."

He moves my ankle to the floor and goes to stand up to get ice but I pull him back towards me. He lands directly above me, his arms on either side of my body and my face burns as I notice the position he's in.

He just smirks but doesn't move, "My my, what has gotten into you as of late?"

I look away embarrassed and by the time I turn my head to look at him, his face is right next to my ear as he whispers, "It's terribly improper for a patient to be attracted to their nurse. It would be a shame if someone were to walk in here and see us like this wouldn't it?"

I feel his breath on my ear but he never touches me, rather, he hears a familiar voice outside the office. Benett. "But- I'm not attracted to you-!" I can feel my face burning as he slowly starts backing away, keeping his stupid smirk plastered on his face.

"Keep this ice on your ankle until it gets better. Until then, stay off of it." I take the ice pack but I'm so caught off guard by his sudden closeness that I just lay facing the wall, pulling my jacket around my body.

After the bell rings for dismissal I start walking, slightly with a limp, towards my neighborhood. Before crossing the road, I look both ways and see Baizhu driving in his car. He waves but I suddenly remember our earlier encounter and blush and I decide to make a run for it even though I know my ankle will kill me for this.

Me and Baizhu are friends outside of school so it's not unusual for me to see him outside of school. But this- this is different. He made a move-! I'm not sure what kind of move you would call that but some kind of move!

Before long I finally make it home only to see Baizhu's car in the driveway but no Baizhu. 'That bastard let himself in!'

I hurriedly walk through the door only to be greeted by the sight of Baizhu in an apron while cooking something. I throw my bag next to the couch and muster up enough courage to poke him in the side. "Hey! What are you doing here!?"

He smiles but continues mixing the food, I finally look down at the stove, "Is that...soup?"

"Of course it is, your dumba*s wouldn't just do as I told you and stay still, now I have to take care of you. You really shouldn't have given me your spare key if you didn't want me to take care of you."

I pout, "I didn't give it to you! You stole it from me the last time you had to take care of me!"

He stops stirring and turns around, looking over at me, "I wouldn't call it "stealing" perhaps, just think of it as compensation for having to take care of you so many times." He smiles and turns back, continuing to add ingredients to his soup.

I know I can't win this argument against him. I go to him quite frequently for his help and he always comes through without complaint. He might as well live here. He comes over at least 3 times a week to check up on me.

Sometimes it can be quite annoying to always have someone right there but I appreciate his help. Whenever I need something fixed or just need someone to talk to about life, he's always there.

I walk back to my room and change into pajamas and grab a blanket. He smiles as he sees me walking out and he places a bowl of soup on the coffee table in the living room. He watches as I sit down on the couch and pull the covers over me.

I look over at him in concern, "What? Is there something on my face?" He shakes his head, "On the contrary, you are quite beautiful." I blush and sip the tea he left for me.

"What's gotten into you today Baizhu?"

He smirks, "Why nothing dear, I have always been this charming, you have just refused to notice."

I choke on my tea and almost spit it out, "What do you mean? I always notice you Baizhu, you always take good care of me." I smile at him and continue drinking my tea.

He walks over to me and takes the cup out of my hand. "This can wait." I start getting nervous as he lays on the couch and pulls on top of him. He dangerously lowers his voice, "It's not enough for me." He places his head in my hair and sniffs it.

"I would do anything to protect you but..." He pulls the covers over us as he settles me closer into his chest.

"I want you to feel me. I want you to want me. I want you to like me. Not just as friends, I want you to love me."