"I know it seems impossible but you have to believe in yourself jung hoseok. I know you can do it, I know you can shut the fuck up for some days," she passes a tight-lipped smile, "now, could you remind me what the doctors said?"
"no exertion," he responds as a pout appears on his face.
"Good boy," she pats his head.
They enjoy the beep of electrocardiographic heart monitor together for some minutes as hoseok rests in his bed with his eyes closed.
"Y/n"
she replies with a hum.
"You manage to find beauty everywhere, even in the dark."
"Do I?"
"I feel you do."
"maybe I do."
"but..." his voice goes down by some decibels as he stares up at the white ceiling.
"of course, there's a 'but'," she mumbles, smiling at his over-analytic self.
