Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

chp: 49

⚠️DO NOT PLAY SONG TILL I SAY TRUST ME⚠️ALSO THIS A COVER OF SOMEONE SINGING THE SONG "LETS HURT TONIGHT" BY ONE REPUBLIC⚠️ THIS IS WHAT I THINK M/N WOULD SOUND LIKE⚠️

It had been a few days since the whole incident. Suna had woken up two days after he passed out from blood loss. In those days, (M/N) did not once leave his side. Each second he got he repeated the words, 'I'm your safety.' As if that would wake him up.

Right now, Suna was cuddled up in (M/N)'s chest and side. They were laying on the shorter male's bed -Suna would still be in the hospital bed if not for Aran and himself- the room was silent. Words did not need to be spoken, (M/N)'s eyes casted down, looking at the male who was fiddling with a piece of string on (M/N)'s shirt. The shorter male let a sigh escape his lips.

"Rin..." His name rolled off (M/N)'s tongue, feeling like he shouldn't be saying it. He broke the silence which put Suna on edge.

(M/N) slowly sat up, wincing as he clutched his side. And then his head because he was growing a major headache. Suna stopped moving and quickly sat up, biting his lower lip as his injuries had not fully healed. But he paid no mind, his pain wasn't that bad. That's what he thought, he felt guilty.

"I'm sorry." Suna mumbled, sitting up next to (M/N).

(M/N) turned his head, making eye contact with Suna. He raised a brow, arching in a defined shape of confusion.

"For?" He asked, tilting his head.

One hand of Suna's went to his waist, gently hovering over it. His other hand went to (M/N)'s forehead and, his fingers brushed the skin and he put a small amount of pressure to rub it soothingly.

"Your side wouldn't be in pain and you also wouldn't have a headache because of me."

But wasn't that the only thing injured about him was his hands and thigh, curtesy of the Ricco twins and the bullets that stuck in his arm? Well yes, but that was his mission not personal.

(M/N)'s eyes softened, he reached over and grabbed Suna's hands. Running soothing patterns over his hands three times, stopping for a brief second and doing it again.

"Last time I checked, Aran was the one that provoked me into doing it. It's not your fault, I would gladly do it all over again."

Suna felt (M/N)'s thumb run patterns over his weak hands three times before stopping. But he didn't have a clue as to why he would repeat that process. He shrugged it off.

"Yes, but Aran was trying to prove a point. You still did it because of me."

(M/N) rolled his eyes, "Yes, because you couldn't protect yourself. You had just woken up for god's sake and that's when he wanted to test me?" He clutched onto Suna's hands more before sighing, "But I would do it all again in a heartbeat."

Suna scooted down, closing his eyes as he rested his head underneath (M/N)'s arm. Wrapping his arms around (M/N)'s torso and his legs around (M/N)'s legs.

The male bit his bottom lip, giving such sad eyes to Suna. His heart beated rapidly as his fingers pushed themselves through Suna's hair. Gently tugging at the connected pieces, brushing through the soft hair in between his touch.

Things were about to change pretty soon, things would only fall worse. And if (M/N) doesn't do it sooner, the pain will only be worse. He shook his head, he would spend his last few hours in peace with Suna.

He turned his head to look out the balcony window, the clouds darkened with the color grey. There would be a storm. He felt Suna shake, he knew the taller male could feel the rain.