Bangchan's eyes opened to scorching headache and aching eyes that made him want to gauge his eyes out. A groan lifting from his lips, as he shied away from the light of the early morning.
Suddenly the light dimmed and a cold, cold hand supported his head in its arms and a glass was placed infront of his lips. The glass tipped and water entered his mouth.
Until now he hadn't even realised just how much thirsty he was, as he gulped down the water hungrily. His eyes finally in the condition to open up and his head just nullifying only a little, he heard a soft voice filled with grimace. "I knew this was to come, you had drank and cried so much last night."
The voice lightly scolded him making his eyes shot open and his mouth agape as he quickly sat up.
"Ouch!"
He yelped, rubbing his head. His eyes widened at the little groan and he turned back. You sat there grimacing at him and you nodded you head, "Definitely, hungover."
He unfroze quickly scooting closer, he fussed over you. "Oh god, Y/n are you alright?" He rubbed the spot you had your hands on, his voice raising a decibel in worry, "Does it still hurt?" He continuously rubbed over the spot, blowing to ease the sting.
How does blowing even reduce the pain?
"Yeah, your stupidity definitely hurts." His eyes snapped towards yours, your face holding a wry smile as you stared up at him. His heartbeat rate raising, as he noticed the close proximity between the both of you.
"You really are very stupid, Bangchan." You chuckled, getting out of his hands. You walked away from the couch, further in your small hospital room. Grabbing a tablet of asprin from the table by your cot.
You walked back upto him, your eyes were soft as you handed him the tablet. "I wonder how much you suffer because of those little emotions you have." You handed him another glass of water as he stared at you gaping wide.
His eyes couldn't believe the sight he saw, you stood there infront of him, in a white dress. Not the kind he would like but looking like an angel with you head up in a ponytail. You had minimal makeup on, and there was a smile on your face as you smiled at him. Smiled at him!
"Yeah." He breathed out, "it's fine, if you will smile at me like that." His eyes widened almost comically as he stared at you like you were some kind of some angel.
A merry laugh left your lips, angelic, pure, carefree and he was pretty sure he was dead. There was no way in hell you were standing infront of him dressed like that, looking like an angel waking him up and taking care of him.
There was no way in hell you could create a freaking heaven on earth for him. No way you would smile at his joke. No way, that his life would become so jubilant with just one smile.
No way he fell in love with you so hard.
You shook your head, chuckling at him. "Shut up mister, else I might mistake it for love." You teased him, and he was sure. So, so, sure. He was dead.
He prolly passed out and he was dreaming, or because he died after drinking so much. Or maybe somebody kidnapped you, and you were an imposter. Imposter, imposter, you were an imposter.
He gasped out, breathlessly, "I do love you...," What the hell was wrong with him? What was wrong with the world?
Where was oxygen? He couldn't find it in his lungs, in the air, on the whole fucking planet and it seemed as if he was alive on your laughter.
Your heart quickened at his words, your blood rushing upto your cheeks as your hands clenched. You looked away, sighing.
You couldn't stop the smile that lifted up your lips as you quietly murmured, "You have displayed as such."
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Break in | Bangchan Fanfic
FanfictionLife and Pain had always been hand-in-hand, bestfriends. She was a woman who lived in the shadows of her own pain, He was someone who tried to unravel her fears. Her cries, when unheard were the loudest but silent for the ears of those who surrounde...