Mist {BTSxReader}

Chapter 22: Stowaway

"She'd never allow herself to be held by such mundane things as iron bars and a reinforced door."

-Patricia Briggs

To say your head hurt would be a gross understatement.

Your entire being felt like it was on fire, burning from the inside out as you laid in the bed, forehead beaded with sweat as you slowly opened your eyes, blue iris' glowing beneath the dim light of the cabin.

You paused, body shooting up as your eyes widened.

Wrong move on your part.

You instantly fell back as pain shot through your head, body bouncing against the mattress.

"Don't get up too fast."

You felt a smile pull on the corners of your mouth at the familiar voice that filled the air, a cool, damp towel coming to rest on your forehead.

"Well, look who decided to join the party," You rasped, slowly opening your eyes to look at the raven-haired man. "You're a little late. The fun just ended."

Writer frowned, patting the damp towel gently as he stared down at you, curls falling over his silver eyes.

"When will you stop trying to get yourself killed?" He asked.

You hummed.

"Probably around the time when you stop putting me in worlds where everyone wants to kill me."

Writer paused.

"Touche."

You chuckled, allowing your body to relax into the pillow for the first time since waking up.

If it were anyone else in the room with you, you'd be tense and on edge, waiting for the moment when they'd use your weakness against you...But Writer hadn't proved himself to be your enemy and you took some solace in that.

"How did you make it past the crew?" You asked weakly.

"Inter-dimensional being, remember?"

"Right." You popped. "I suppose I'd forgotten about that."

He smiled at you, his hand gently stroking your forehead.

"That mark is beginning to take it's toll on you, isn't it?" He sighed. "You look awful."

You laughed, giving him a dirty look.

"You're no spring chicken either," You deadpanned. "I mean, who walks around looking perfect like that all the time? It's so overrated."

Writer grinned.

"That isn't what I meant." He stated. "You're very beautiful, I just meant you looked a bit si-"

"Did you just call me beautiful?" You teased.

He froze, body stiffening.

You smiled as you watched the familiar golden blush spread across his cheeks, getting darker as it reached the tip of his ears.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He denied, pulling his hand away from you. "Your fever must have gotten the better of you for a moment."

You poked his arm.

"You think I'm beautiful." You beamed. "You said it yourself! You're even blushing! The great inter-dimensional being is blushing!"

He swatted your hand away.

"That doesn't mean anything!" He said. "I only came here to check that you were alright, but seeing as how you haven't lost your sense of humor, I can assume you are safe. So I will take my leav-"