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under a sky covered with twinkling stars, your cold hand brushes against sanghyeok's without realizing it. moonlight shining on your skin, lying in the damp grass of your garden after a long, boring meal with the neighbors. despite the fact that you adore your family a lot, you have to admit that financial and political conversations are not what you're most passionate about.

after a long minute of restful silence, lulled by the melodies of nocturnal birds, a gentle summer breeze gave you goose bumps, which prompted sanghyeok to move closer to you, shoulder to shoulder, and his warm hand subtly slipping into yours. his thumb naturally caressed the back of your hand, tenderly, delicately, with a softness comparable to silk. a smile graced your lips, just before you tilted your head slightly so that it rested against his shoulder.

« where do you see yourself in twenty years? » he asked softly, his voice disturbing the silence that had previously surrounded you both. your gaze swiveled towards his face, your pupils taking a long look at his cheek, before returning to his eyes — on which you remained focused for several minutes. their color was beautiful even in the moonlight, and the stars in the sky made his brown eyes sparkle and captivate, almost hypnotize. your heart missed a beat, your rhythm quickening in your chest as if you'd just broken the world record for the fastest race of all — only the moon knew how much that cute boy drove your heart crazy.

after a long reflection of tangled and incoherent thoughts, you took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you snuggled a little more comfortably against him. « with you. » you murmured, in a barely audible voice that could be confused with the sound of the wind. you weren't a couple at all — even though most of your friends thought you were, and your families (mothers) were convinced you'd end up married to each other. you had to admit that the idea didn't displease you in the least : sanghyeok was a cute boy, helpful, kind, funny, talented and always, always there for you.

you were sure he could feel your hand getting progressively clammy against his — but it didn't seem to bother him, especially when he tightened his grip on yours a little more. discreetly, you opened one eye, observing his reaction with a touch of apprehension, just to see a soft smile lining his lips and a slight pinkish tinge coloring his cheekbones. « me too. » he finally replied, causing your heart to bounce furiously against your ribcage, making so much noise that you were convinced he could hear it.

a big, satisfied smile appeared on your face, hiding the shyness that was growing inside you — maybe after all, you weren't the only one with feelings. « perfect. » you mumble, slipping your free arm around his to snuggle up to him, before he places a gentle kiss on your temple. « yea.. perfect. » sanghyeok repeated tenderly, watching the stars intently, your hearts beating in unison.

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⭒ park sungho

when he realized he loved you as more than just a friend, sungho tried to play it cool. which is funny because, in reality, you soon realized that something had changed : he was trying more to flirt with you and get your attention, while selling his merits by making you understand that he was better than the others. he'd show you a bit more of his muscles, show you his soccer skills.. and even though he tried to be discreet about his feelings, he failed miserably when you asked him directly if he had a crush on you.

⭒ lee riwoo

when he realizes he's fallen in love with you, sanghyeok tends to be more distant with you, but simply out of sheer shyness. but he'll still do his best to get your attention in subtle ways : he delivers flowers at your house with a little card and a hand-written poem, he tries to send you signals on social networks, hoping that miraculously you'll understand that he's talking to you.. he's a discreet admirer whom you've noticed and whom you like to panic by getting a little too close to him, just to see his cheeks redden because of your smile.

⭒ myung jaehyun

he was already clingy, but when he realizes he's developed feelings for you, oh boi, jaehyun is even more clingy. nevertheless, there are some changes that you can easily notice : the tips of his ears get redder when you flirt with him, he's always trying to hold your hand in his, even when you're doing nothing but sitting close to each other, he always tries to get your attention and gets sulky when you talk to other boys.. he's so down for you, he can't help reminding you that he exists all the time.

⭒ han taesan

to have spent so much time by your side, getting to know you and finding out more about you, dongmin realized that his heart was beating faster than normal when his eyes met your smile. he'll become more shy, without giving you radio silence. but let's just say that he laughs more easily at your jokes, that he observes you smiling like an idiot more often, and most of all, he'll share more of his favorite music with you. (he's probably trying to convey his feelings through the lyrics, but you're too blind to see it.)

⭒ kim leehan

to say that donghyun has had a crush on you since first sight would not be a lie — of course, his feelings built up gradually, but you were already running through his mind every day since you met. he's quite calm, and has no trouble keeping his feelings to himself, but he tends to look you in the eye in a different way now. more warmly, more tenderly, with a hint of shyness in his eyes. and he has to admit that your smile makes his heart skip a beat.

⭒ kim woonhak

woonhak is totally vocal about the fact that he loves you. he don't care about other people opinions, he just wants to make sure you know he likes you. so every day, he brings you a carton of his favorite chocolate milk, leaving a note on it, reminding you that he likes you — again. or he'll probably just show up when you least expect it, standing in front of you with the most dazzling smile, and you have to admit that hearing him say those words in person makes you all shy and smiley. even if you need time to make a decision, woonhak remains patient and does everything to keep your full attention on him.

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genre : only just fluff ⋆ warnings : none ⋆ word count : 1,019

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« what.. what are you doing here? » you asked, glasses on the tip of your nose and a look of bewilderment on your face. glancing at your watch, the dial announced almost midnight, the black night outside soon plunging the entire city into a state of rest. taki stood for a few seconds at the door of your university room, looking around before walking past you and into your living room, « i was expecting a more enthusiastic welcome... »

rolling yours eyes, you locked the door after he entered, pivoting on yourself to return to the coffee table, where your course books were scattered everywhere. taki fell back on your sofa, his head level with yours, and the young boy took the opportunity to glance over your shoulder at your lessons, which suddenly seemed far too complicated for the late hour. « what are you studying? » he asked, the tip of his nose brushing against your bare shoulder, and you swore you felt his lips almost against your skin. you did your best to ignore the shiver that ran down your spine, biting the tip of your pen between your teeth, « marketing. but i'm getting a headache. »

playing with a lock of your hair, twirling it between his fingers, taki didn't answer directly. he was focused, staring intently at the side of your face, noting every imperfection that crossed his gaze : he was completely captivated by your beauty. but he was brought out of his thoughts when he felt your face pull away from his fingers, your little hands rubbing your eyes hard to fight the fatigue that was gradually taking hold of you. « why don't you take a break? » he suggested, his fingers gently caressing the nape of your neck as he watched your eyes close at his touch. you thought for a few moments, a new sigh leaving your lips. taking a break wasn't such a bad idea, but you should probably continue reviewing your lessons.

« i have to at least finish this— » you began to say, but were cut off by the sudden touch of taki's lips against your cheek. turning your face towards his, your eyes met his gaze, « take a break, even a little, » and his finger tucked a lock of your hair back behind your ear, « you'll exhaust yourself mentally otherwise. »

defeatist, and far too tired to contradict him, you nodded as you climbed back onto the couch with difficulty, sliding down beside him. in less time than it takes to say it, his arms encircled your waist, drawing your body against his to keep you warm — you didn't flinch, appreciating the gesture a little too much. placing your face between his neck and chest, you mechanically drew invisible shapes with the tip of your index finger on his arm, taki resting his cheek against the top of your head. « you didn't answer me, » you whispered, your eyes focused on the movements of your hand as you listened to his breathing lull the silence of the room, « why you're here at this late hour? »

« i was kicked out. » he said, making you frown furiously. knowing euijoo and yudai, it seemed impossible that they'd leave a young boy out in the middle of the night. but despite all the possible scenarios you were thinking about why did they do it, nothing prepared you for his next sentence. « my teammates gets annoyed because i talk about you 24/7, » stopping your finger movements, too baffled by his words, you raised your head to meet his gaze, trying to see if he was really serious, « so they threw me out. »

and he, indeed, was very serious.

you did your best not to burst out laughing, but you couldn't help it. averting your gaze as you placed your hand in front of your mouth, laughing at the outburst, you fell out of the sofa in the process, leaving a sulky taki spread out on the cushions. you struggled to regain your composure, resting your hand against your stomach as your abs ached from laughing so hard. « oh my gosh.. » you whispered breathlessly, wiping the tear that had just escaped from your eye, before observing taki, who had just crossed his arms against his chest. « i'm so sorry, » you began, pulling yourself up onto your knees to face him, observing him with an amused but tenderized gaze, « but you're such a loser. »

taki closed his eyes, moving on the sofa to turn his back to you, which tore yet another chuckle from your mouth. trying to get him to stop sulking, you pull on his arm to draw him towards you, « baby, you're an adorable loser, » you whispered, amused, your fingers caressing his rose-colored hair, « i'm flattered to hear you speak so highly of me. »

instead of answering you with words, the boy in front of you glanced at your face, greeted by a smile lining your lips. he couldn't stop talking about you to all his friends, he was so happy to have you by his side, he displayed you like a trophy, the most precious one. maybe sometimes he overdid it, but he didn't care — he wasn't going to stop bragging about winning your heart. and deep down, he knew you thought it was cute. turning to face you, taki moved closer to place another warm kiss on your cheek, drawing a tender smile from your lips. « i love you. » you whispered to him, your eyes never leaving his, even as you hurried to slip into his wide-open arms stretched out towards you. tightening his arms around you, taki gently kissed your forehead, cutting all distance between you both, so he could feel your heart resonate against his. « i love you too, y/n. » he confided to you, in the hollow of your ear, like the most confidential of secrets, which nevertheless, he liked to shout from the rooftops.

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you don't particularly like basketball. you even hate basketballs because you're always afraid of getting one in the head — boys are often far too brutal when it comes to sports, their competitive spirit often takes over, and the desire to impress others can be felt in the strength of their shot. but when the only boy who ever made your heart beat madly, asked you to come to one of his basketball practices, you didn't hesitate for a second before accepting.

myung jaehyun has always been your buried secret — of course, there were other boys you might like, but it was him you wanted. from the back of the classroom, you could spend hours admiring him (and you weren't the only one) : his smile so big and bright that it overshadowed the sun, his hair always slightly in disarray from running around like a hyperactive kid, his school uniform' shirt always a little too open and his tie undone, revealing his sports shirt normally concealed underneath, but above all, his laughter, capable of chasing away every bad vibe in the air. he was always so kind, good-humored, funny and thoughtful, helpful, and full of other positive adjectives that didn't come to mind. you always found him interesting and intelligent, and not a day went by when you didn't squint a little too long at his concentrated face during classes. he's so cute, his lips slightly pursed together and his eyebrows furrowed, all bathed in the sunlight streaming through the window. nobody ever noticed your big crush on jaehyun, not even when you can't take your eyes off him and chew the end of your pencil until it almost breaks — and if, by chance, any of your friends knew, they were good at hiding it from you.

in spite of everything, the truth needs to be told : you're one another of the countless people interested in myung jaehyun. but even though so many people have already confessed their love to him, jaehyun never really showed much interest in any kind of relationship. he seems pretty focused only on his friends, classes and basketball practice.

or so you thought.

until the day he came up to you at the end of class, catching up with you, almost shouting your name, and trotting off to reach you. you don't know what face you must have made when you saw him standing in front of you — it was either embarrassment, curiosity or shyness, or a mixture of all three. but you didn't care at that time, because the boy you'd been watching so silently from the back of the classroom was standing in front of you, more handsome than ever with his sun-drenched face and a shy smile on his lips. his hand suddenly found your wrist, and the soft skin of his fingertips sent an electric field down your arm. you looked at him with doe eyes, noticing the way his eyes kept juggling between yours and an invisible spot on his right, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

after a few silent seconds in which you simply admired his sweet face, a little too perfect to be real, jaehyun spoke up and caught your attention. « can i have you number? » he asked, so softly, his voice vibrating your heart — so much, that you felt ready to faint. nodding shyly but positively, jaehyun seemed far too pleased with your answer, handing you his phone without hesitation. grabbing it without a second's delay, your eyes were riveted on the screen, before his voice drew your attention a second time, « i'm myung jaehyun, by the way. i should have started there.. » — a slight nervous laugh left his rosy lips, which made you look up at him, a smile hanging on your lips. « i know who you are. » you answered naturally, before typing your number into the contact section, not noticing the way his eyes lit up right after your words.

« you know me..? » he asked, as if it were completely inconceivable for him to believe this new information. a chuckle slipped out of your mouth, and your eyes locked with his as you handed him his phone again. « who doesn't? » you said, and you weren't really wrong on that thing. myung jaehyun was probably one of the most popular boys at your school, as cliché as that may sound : he was good looking, captain of the basketball team, and above that, he was wearing his heart on his sleeve. jaehyun had everything to please, and that's what made him so popular. and you weren't the only one who noticed it. you had a lot of competition if you decided to seduce jaehyun, which was why you'd always stayed on the sidelines in the first place, but now, seeing him so close to you and melting under his honeyed voice, nothing made you want him more than to have him all to yourself. it's amazing what love can do to you.

a timid pink tinge clung to the apple of his cheekbones, and you swore that never in your life had you seen such a pretty boy. his eyes carried all the sun's glow, and the smirk on his lips seemed more shy and flirty than teasing. jaehyun, who always looked so sure of himself, seemed troubled and distraught, as if he didn't expect you to pay any attention to him. of course, he had already noticed some of your gazes riveted on him, your pupils burning his back, but he never had the guts to come and talk to you.

or at least, until now.

poor boy — he was too obvious, but you were too oblivious. how could you not notice that he was interested in you? jaehyun decided to change strategy when your fingers brushed his as he retrieved his cell phone, a chill running down his spine. « oh, i wanted to ask you something, » he began, regaining a certain composure and energy that you liked so much, « are you free on friday? »

staring at the sky for a few moments, you thought about whether or not you already had plans, when you knew perfectly well that wasn't the case. finally shaking your head in the negative under jaehyun's watchful gaze, you gave him a pretty smile, « i am. why do you ask? »

jaehyun seemed far too delighted by this sudden revelation, and moved a little closer to you, his hand rising close to your face. just as you thought his fingers were about to reach your cheek, you stared into his eyes for a few seconds to see where he was looking : a little higher, his gaze wandering through your hair. the next moment, his index finger and thumb grasped something in your hair — something small, fine and pink. a cherry blossom petal. watching the petal twirl between his pretty, skillful fingers, the boy finally catches your eye, his gaze fixed on yours. and when he spoke, you swore you felt like one of this female leads straight out of a kdrama, « would you like to come and see one of my games? »

the wind rustled around you, slipping between the branches of the cherry blossom trees, and suddenly, a shower of pink petals fell on your shoulders. a scene straight out of a romantic film — which made your heart beating with happiness. it was almost unreal, the timing was perfect, and the twinkle in his chocolate orbs made you want to twirl in the clouds. you weren't much of a sports fan, quite the contrary, but seeing jaehyun's bright smile on a basketball court was worth all the effort in the world. so you nodded gently, positively, hoping he wouldn't pick up on the excitement creeping through your veins.

« of course, it could be fun. » you affirmed, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear and looking away. jaehyun suddenly felt his heart racing, like when he approaches a basketball hoop and adrenaline rushes through his muscles, having succeeded in inviting you had the same effect on him as winning a match. the overexcited boy shook his head like a happy puppy, before taking another step towards you, the sudden closeness catching you slightly off guard. your eyes opened a little wider than normal, planting themselves in his, which seemed a little too unkempt for your liking. out of the corner of your eye, you saw jaehyun run his tongue slowly over his lower lip, his gaze juggling from one eye to the other with the most tender smiles on his mouth. the image of his face surrounded by cherry blossom petals remained etched in your memory, you don't want to forget the way he looks so sweet and so hot at the same time.

« nice.. » he whispered, his fingers moving to reach your cheek and graze your cheekbone with the tip of his index finger, « don't fall in love with me after seeing me play. » — after his words, your heart raced in your chest, wildly, the words stuck in the back of your throat for long moments, far too surprised by his bold declaration. you hadn't yet realized that he was actually flirting with you (or maybe you just couldn't believe it), but now you knew for sure that jaehyun wasn't messing with you. in a burst of pure courage, your fingers innocently slipped around his tie, putting it back in place as you nodded, a look of understanding on your face. then, you stood up on tiptoe and put your lips to his ear to whisper the following words, « i can't promise you anything. »

with as much good as bad, and after a light chuckle, jaehyun tried to hide the smirk on his lips, but failed miserably when your gaze shifted from his eyes to his mouth the next second. the poor boy thought his heart was going to explode — but he had to remain calm and wise so as not to hurt his own dignity. nevertheless, satisfied with your answer, jaehyun offered you one of those smiles that only he knew the secret of, making your heart tremble with shyness, « good.. i'll see you on friday then? »

trying to ignore the fact that his fingers kept brushing yours, you confirmed his words before moving gently away from him, taking a few steps backwards to admire his face for as long as possible. as for him, he stood there like an idiot for long minutes, before jumping up in a victorious rush, a huge satisfied smile hanging over his mouth. oh, he can't wait to make you fall in love with him.

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warm tears kept rolling down your moist cheeks, your cold body trembling under the sizzling light of the street lamp. raising your eyes to the sky, you saw that it was completely cloudy, with rain threatening to fall at any moment. today was a very bad day — a very, very bad day. and all you wanted was a hot shower, a warm blanket and a good movie to cry your eyes out.

looking at the time on your phone, you pursed your lips together, almost biting them bloody as you cursed yourself inwardly. what were you thinking, contacting him at such a late hour? you were pretty sure he wouldn't come — your messages indicating that he had seen but not replied. after all, why would he make the trip? you hadn't been very nice to him this morning, the stress of classes and work consuming you completely, until the people close to you suffer. first your mother, second your little brother, then your music teacher, and above all, your best friend. the one who's never said a mean word or behaved in a hostile way towards you, the one who's always supported you, no matter what dubious choices you've made in life (and yet, the time you asked myung jaehyun to go out with you in the eighth grade, while singing, was not a very glorious moment to behold.)

as far back as you can remember, your explosive temperament has always been your undoing, and today was proof of that once again. after that catastrophic day, you had just lost your job — it was the icing on the cake. you didn't hesitate to contact leehan after being kicked out, but the boy was probably already busy, which would explain why he didn't answer you. or perhaps.. he was ignoring you on purpose.

while you bit your nails in nervousness, tearing your skin until it bled slightly, you felt a sudden presence at your side. raising your gaze while sniffing loudly, your tired eyes landed on your best friend's questioning face. he came, you thought, and your tears redoubled in intensity. a soft smile settled on his lips — probably because of how ridiculous he thought you were, sitting on the sidewalk, knees to your chest, crying like a child. leehan took his hand out of his jacket pocket, leaving the warmth of his pocket to meet the coolness of the dawning night, before stretching it towards you so that you can grab it and help yourself up.

without hesitation, your fingers made contact with his in the second that followed. and, with ease, he pulled you towards him and lifted you to your feet. his gaze locked with yours, and you felt another sob in the back of your throat. before you could do anything, his free hand reached up to your head, deftly placing a cap on the top of your skull. « there, » he says, adjusting it so that it doesn't bother you, but can hide your tear-streaked face, « no one will be able to see your weaknesses this way. i know you hate it. »

your heart clenched in your chest, as your gaze juggled from one eye to the other. without realizing it, your hand hadn't let go of his at all — it was only when his fingers intertwined with yours that you came back to your senses. « you came.. » you whispered, your voice trembling, so weak, making him nod positively with a sincere smile painting his face. « you asked me to. » he replied, nonchalantly pulling on your hand to draw your body closer to his, now able to wrap his free arm around your waist. you didn't seem unsettled, far too preoccupied with finding a way to apologize for your awful behavior this morning to say anything.

you felt so bad — the guilt gnawing at you as you realized that you had been obnoxious to the only one person who will never let you down. pursing your lips (which had already suffered a great deal) a slight pout formed on them, « i'm sorry.. » you say in a small voice, shame firmly evident in the way you speak.

but leehan didn't seem to agree with your apology, so he shook his head negatively and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. taken aback by his action, you moved slightly away from him to observe his eyes. why was your heart beating strangely? why did you feel like there was a rollercoaster in your belly? why did the light from the street lamp make leehan even more beautiful than usual?

just as you were about to speak, you were cut off by raindrops suddenly falling from the sky. looking up at it, you watched the heavy clouds above you — the rainwater falling on your face, just like the tears that had previously flooded your cheeks. you didn't notice right away that your best friend's gaze was completely locked on you. you didn't pay attention until your pupils met his.

at that moment, something had changed in his eyes. something different was shown, but you didn't know what exactly. none of you were bothered by the rain, even though it was getting heavier and heavier, completely wetting your clothes. suddenly, you caught leehan's gaze, which shifted for a microsecond lower on your face, right where your lips are — before returning its focus to your eyes. and the sentence he dropped next, made your poor legs weak.

« what if i kiss you right now? »

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« i can't believe you're that stupid, » with hands dripping with blood and eyes full of worry, euijoo tried as best he could to stop the emoragy of your wound, which was far too important to be ignored, « are you sure you're capable of thinking sometimes? »

rolling your eyes and squinting at the pain, you sighed loudly, glancing at the boy in front of you. « i didn't have a choice ! » you simply defended yourself, far too preoccupied by the amount of blood you'd lost this time to have the faith to argue with the dark-haired man once more.

faced with your unconsciousness, he raised his eyes to yours with a glare filled with accusation. he didn't know what had gone through your mind to want to confront these wild beasts, these wanderers, all by yourself without waiting for him to arrive. even though he knew you were good at your job as a deepspace hunter, he couldn't help but think you were completely stupid to think you could beat them on your own. « you should have waited for me to arrive. » he answered, calmly but firmly, pressing a little more on the wound, noting that despite the pressure of his fingers, the blood wouldn't stop flowing.

« and what was i supposed to do, ej? sit back and watch those wanderers attacks the civilians around and do nothing? » you declared, your voice a little too provocative. despite your desire to remain calm, his somewhat superior behavior was enough to send you over the edge.

« you could have been killed, y/n ! » he shouted suddenly, raising his eyes once and for all to yours, « do you realize that? » — holding his gaze without flinching, despite the unbearable pain in your abdomen, you frowned and shouted back, « since when do you care about me anyway? you barely speak to me except when it's to yell at me ! » with a slight pout in your voice, but a very visible annoyance, you looked away to stare out the window, ignoring the long sigh of exasperation leaving euijoo's lips.

after weeks of being partner and teammate with the best element of the brigade, you, in all honesty, spent very little time in the company of the young boy. who, by the way, never spoke to you in the office but took great pleasure in arguing with you at every possible opportunity. it wasn't as if you hadn't tried to get closer to him so you could be a better team : you've already tried to at least have lunch with him, to get to know him better, to strengthen your complicity, and make your team stronger.. but none of your attempts had worked.

« being your partner is a real pain in the ass. » he declared suddenly, taking off his jacket and placing it against your gushing wound, obviously annoyed at having to take care of you again. you could understand that you weren't the easiest person to work with : often fearless and headlong, you had already been injured many times due to your hasty decisions, even though they were always necessary. after all, sad as it may seem, death doesn't scare you. you have no one waiting for you at home, no one to tell you that they'll miss you if you leave — all you have left is your work and the chance to save people. so if you have to die to save innocent beings, you'll do it without hesitation.

and that's why euijoo's reflection exasperated you so much — he only had to change partners if it bothered him so much to be yours. « fuck you ej. » you shouted, violently pushing his hands away from your wound. the boy looked up at you, cold eyes boring into yours, and just as you were about to make an umpteenth remark, nicholas' voice came from the driver's seat, visibly exasperated. « i beg you both to be quiet while i try to drive fast but carefully, » euijoo looked away from your eyes to observe his best friend with a desolate expression, « because with you two screaming in the back, it's really not easy. » he finally added, hands firmly gripped on the wheel and eyes focused on the road.

« i'm sorry nico, » he apologized to the other boy, and the feeling that his voice was much lower than usual suddenly struck you, « how long until we get to the hospital? »

as he finished his sentence, in a muffled sigh that struggled to reach your ringing ears, the world around you began to spin. their conversation seemed so distant, as if you were miles away from your team-mates, and not actually in the same car — and quickly, panic set in. as if you had imagined their words, everything seemed to blur around you, it was like the world were melting under the all-too-powerful sun. frightened by the fact that you couldn't breathe, your trembling hand found your partner's forearm with difficulty, brushing against his skin with what little strength you had left, his name rolling off your tongue in a barely audible breath.

in a sudden movement that made you turn away, euijoo's panicked face swiveled towards yours, his brown eyes opening like marbles. his hands, covered in your blood, settled on your cheeks, gently shaking your face to bring you back to your senses in a desperate move. you thought you saw him shouting your name — his lips moving in exactly the same way for long, long seconds without you being able to hear a single sound, while his cold, long fingers gripped your skin as if you were going to die at any moment.

and, finally, the last thing you remember is his face so close to yours that his breath brushed your skin, before being greeted by a complete blackness.

you've never given much thought to what life might be like after death. was it like in the legends? good people end up in the clouds of heaven and bad people in the depths of hell? or perhaps we were simply becoming yet another star in the sky? you definitely preferred this hypothesis. what could be better than visiting space and the universe as a pretty star filled with light? maybe it was your destiny after all. that last hasty decision cost you your life.. but wait — why do you suddenly hear such a familiar yet distant voice?

with difficulty, and with all the strength still in your muscles, you manage to open one of your eyes, a blinding light blurring your vision. « she's awake ! » this sentence, tossed from the corner of the room, came from none other than nicholas' mouth. opening your second eye, the light above you was suddenly obscured by a brown head, euijoo's half-smiling, half-worried face entering your field of vision. your gaze shifted from one of his eyes to the other, tilting your head slightly to the side. « am i dead? » you asked, your mouth dry and pasty, cutting a stifled laugh from the boy in front of you. euijoo shook his head negatively, placing his fingers gently against your left cheek. his touch was real : you could feel the softness of his skin and the coolness of his fingers against your cheekbone. « no.. no you're not dead. you're back with us. with me.. » his voice lowered as he said his last words, creating a gentle warmth in your heart.

euijoo smiled slightly, his heart probably lighter now that you had opened your eyes. he struggled to his feet and turned on his heels, warning you both that he was going to fetch a doctor. as the door to your hospital room closed behind his silhouette, you gently straightened up, aided by the kind hand of nicholas who had approached you. « how long was i asleep? » you asked him nonchalantly, unscrewing the bottle of water he was handing you, before taking two or three gulps. not expecting a response more than four or five hours, the water in your mouth was as surprised as you were to hear that you'd been in that bed for nearly four days.

« four days?! » you shouted, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, ignoring the napkin in nicholas' hands. the latter rolled his eyes and nodded, crossing his arms against his chest as he suddenly stared at the bedroom door, « and he hasn't left you for a second. »

frowning, you looked away from your water bottle to look back at the door. « mh? » a pensive pout formed on your lips, « he didn't come home to sleep? » you asked, your fingers curling into the edge of the hospital gown you were wearing, trying to ignore the bandage scratching your skin. « nope. he slept next to you every night, on this chair. » looking away from the door in the direction indicated by nicholas' index finger, your pupils settled on a blue wooden chair, which seemed far too uncomfortable to rest on properly. « what an idiot.. » you whispered, when the sound of the door suddenly opening caught your attention, and the following second, euijoo's tired face met your eyes. you felt guilty.

after many long minutes, similar to hours, alone with the doctor who wanted to observe you closely after this mission, all you remembered was that you needed a lot of rest to recover from that wound that could have cost you your life. not being able to do anything was bad enough, but not being able to do anything AND staying in that hospital room was even worse. puffing up your cheeks like a child while crossing your arms against your chest, you turned your head towards the window to ignore the doctor's warnings, the latter sighing in exasperation at your behavior, but making no comment. when the door opened to signal his departure, you glanced around briefly to make sure the room was empty — but you were greeted by another young man.

euijoo approached you, placing a few snacks on your bedside table, before standing by your bed. chewing your lower lip, you looked up at him, opening your mouth, ready to speak — but he was quicker. « i'm sorry, » he started, playing nervously with his long fingers, looking everywhere but at you, « i should never have spoken to you like that. »

with a small smile after his apology, you slipped your hand over his, pulling on two of his fingers to draw his body against yours. resting your chin on his shoulder, your arms now around his waist, you felt euijoo's body tense under the sudden closeness — the truth has to be told, you've never had an altercation like this since you've known each other. « i'm sorry euijoo, » you whispered, hiding your ashamed face in the collar of his jacket, « to have worried you, to have stained your jacket, and to have used your time, once again. i'm so sorry. »

the boy's body finally relaxed, and the next second his arms were around you, giving you his warmth. « i always cared. » he whispered suddenly, your heart missing a beat in your chest after this confession. it was unexpected, but so comforting to hear such words. no one in your life has ever said such things to you — it was a first, and it was the most special first time in the world for you. tightening your arms around him, euijoo tenderly stroked your back with his fingertips, and even if the hug didn't last long, it was just long enough for you to find the comfort you needed to forget the wave of fear that had consumed you that evening. you sure weren't afraid of dying, but you might still want to live for a long time, after all.

euijoo moved the chair closer to your bed, placing himself at your side, his cold hands resting on your mattress, with his delicate pianist fingers innocently brushing yours as you watched him without saying a word. questioning you with his big brown eyes, he ends up asking you, « what? there's something wrong with my face? » — without hesitation, you nodded positively, « you look terrible. »

a crystalline laugh escaped his lips, trying to camouflage the red that painted the tips of his ears at the same time. raising one of your hands, you placed your palm against his cheek, and he didn't wait a second longer to close his eyes and enjoy the gentle warmth of your fingers. « you should sleep. » you suggested, watching him gently rub his cheek against the palm of your hand, like a little cat looking for comforting warmth to feel safe and secure.

and before he knew it, euijoo fell asleep against you, his head resting delicately on your thighs and your fingers swirling in his hair. « thank you for everything, byun euijoo. » you whispered, tracing the contours of his face with a smile, the silence of the room lulled by his peaceful breathing.

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