When The Cold Wind Blows

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Chapter 15 - "If I Have One More Chance, Baby Please Take My Hand

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i just focused on blue flame's lyrics and goddammit, someone give astro holy water.

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It was around 2 at night, as he looked at his phone to check any messages from the boys. There weren't any. The doctor had come in time and told him that she is fine and will wake up soon. He couldn't sleep though, so he put a shirt on and sat beside her. 

He was in his mid of staring when his phone rang. He quickly picked only to have his eardrums burst. 

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Where's EN?! Is she okay?" Ace shouted into the phone.

"Oh no she's dead," he dramatically rolled his eyes. 

"I am gonna hang your flesh at the nearby butcher's shop!" 

"Do that."

"Cha Eunwoo!"

"Stop shouting. You'll wake her up."

"Are you on speaker?"

"No. But you're loud enough to wake her up even if I am not on speaker."

"She's okay? Really?" He felt her tone wavering, as if she was tearing up.

"Yes she is. Don't worry." He softened a bit.

"We'll be over there in the morning. Somin knows the address." The line went dead and he only half shook his head.

His eyes traveled to her and he jolted. Her big eyes were staring up at him, confused as she tried sinking in realities. 

As if on cue, she jumped up.

"What the-" she eyed her clothes, the bed, and the surroundings before looking back at him. "You brought me here? Ho- Oh god!" 

"Relax." He mouthed, leaning ahead.

"Y-you did so-something?" She looked at her clothes again.

"No!" His voice was a lot lower than he intended. "Listen to me," he softened as he saw her flinch. 

Grabbing her shoulders, he spoke, "Nothing happened. Nothing of the sort you're thinking. Do you believe me?" 

She looked up to meet his soft gaze. It reminded her of plushy clouds threatening to pour down any second. She knew he wasn't lying, she just knew. So she nodded, her eyes never leaving his.

The corners of his lips tucked in a small smile before he began again, "You were freezing last night in the rain outside. So I brought you in and-" he paused, a small red hue creeping up on his face. "-and I had to warm you to save you because your pulse was dropping. I hugged you, bare chest, and changed your clothes, don't worry I didn't see anything, I was careful to not touch you too. I just wanted to save you. I feared loosing you. So I am sorry." He breathed out.

"You can be a rapper." She blinked up at him, trying to not imagine or remember whatever happened and that probably was the only thing she could bring her to say.