SHADES OF SILVER. KTH | 21+

chapter 71

Third person's POV.

Eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowing, she felt a sense of warm sensation on her face as she took a deep breath. It felt like someone was feeling her face softly.

Too much warmth.

Her short hair was probably all over the place and even some of the strands were sticking to her face which sure bothered her but she was too lazy to move her limbs as she laid still, half conscious now as she breathed calmly.

And Storm felt the fingers grazing through her forehead and made her hair strands on her face to trace away ever so gently to which she let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling of each strand from her face being moved from her face. Making her feel not so icky while the cool air of ceiling fan hit her face as she let out a low breathy moan in satisfaction. No hair strands on her face.

Wait.

She was feeling someone caressing her temple oh so gently with their thumb which made her body alert as she laid still.

Who the fuck?

Without moving a limp, her eyes snapped open, silver eyes squinting a bit
as she saw a blurry figure. She was lying face to face with the figure so she blinked once again to see the person.

Taehyung.

His dark eyes staring at her as he was half laying on bed with the help of a headboard. Long slender fingers exploring her facial until he gently grazed her ear and gave a little tug on it.

Wait. Taehyung?

Popping her head up with furrowed eyebrows from where she laid, Storm saw it. He was really looking at her with a gentle adoring gaze. Hair a mess and puffy face.

He looked tired though.

His face screamed tiredness.

And just like that his corner of his lips tugs up barely as he was really tired. It wasn't too evident yet he couldn't hold it back as his eyes were pleased with what he saw.

Storm had her head popped up staring at him with those sleepy eyes and bed hair which was a mess. Lips a little too plum yet pale as she just woke up.

"Hi." His voice was really scratchy while face twisted. Eyebrows furrowing his hand went to his throat as he felt a little too thirsty. Throat dry and scratchy that he was too tempted to cough up to ease that itchy feeling creeping on his throat.

"Oh fuck." Storm drops her head to the pillow for a good second. Burying her face into the softness of the pillow which muffled her curses. Breathing through her mouth since her nose was squished in between the pillow.

He's awake.

He's fucking awake.

That's all she could think about since he has been sleeping for quite a time. It's a little too quiet for her liking.

And Storm was doubting if he really was fine.

Good thing he woke up.

A low strangled throaty cough followed by pained hiss took her attention to which she once again popped her head up only to see his pained face.

His palms were placed on his chest as a low throaty cough caused subtle movement on his chest causing the pain to spread out on chest.

Breathing in he was becoming more and more aware of the pain on his chest which felt burning. Sure the anaesthesia had gotten off and now the pain was sinking into his whole being. Making him aware mostly.

Aware of the things which took place, leaving him with a bitter taste even though he saw all of it coming.

He could feel the bed shifting beside him as he kept his eyes closed while he tried to endure his physical self at the same time.