Haitao

*He's almost close enough to grab you when a car comes around the corner and hits you, sending you flying backwards. He stops in his tracks, his face pale and his breath catching in his throat*

*I hit the ground, my head bleeding*

*He rushes over to you and kneels down next to you, his eyes wide with shock and fear. He checks your pulse and his face goes white when he realizes you're not breathing*

*He walks over and sits down next to you, his voice becoming more serious* You know, you're pretty strong for someone so young.

chill out I'm not a kid anymore im a teenager

*He chuckles, leaning back on the couch* Oh, I know. But you're still younger than me.

*He grabs your shoulder, forcing you to look at him* Listen, kid, I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna talk.

that's why ur forcing me to look at ur ugly face? that's hurting my eyes.

*He grits his teeth, taking a deep breath before letting it out* I'm not mean to you, kid, I'm just.. realistic.

I'm not a kid... I'm 17...

You're ***ill can't get your head out of your ass. *His tone is sharp, the words cutting through you like a knife*

*He can't believe how much fun you're having. He looks over at you, his voice still playful.* "Are you okay in there? You seem to be having a hard time with those balls."

You're the most sensitive kid I've ever met.

am not..

Are too.