Restlessly kicking your foot, you quietly examine the bed of your nails. You don't even notice you're doing it until Sangyeon carefully sits next to you on the couch and puts his hand on your thigh. Instantly, your movements cease and you look up at him, gnawing on your lip.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Talk about what?" You ask, foot picking its rhythm back up.
"Tomorrow."
A part of you absolutely wants to talk about tomorrow while the rest of you wants to hide under a blanket and pretend tomorrow doesn't exist. The operation you have in a mere fourteen hours is all you can think about, and you're terrified.
Realistically, you know it's a routine procedure. People get it done every day, but that doesn't mean your mind hasn't come up with every horrifying and ridiculous possibility it can.
Sangyeon's hand runs soothingly up and down your thigh and you look at him with wide eyes. Having no clue why, you whisper, "I'm freaking out."
He offers you a sweet smile, removing his hand from your thigh and putting it around your shoulders instead. He then pulls you to his chest and wraps his arms around you. Your fingers grab ahold of his shirt and you cling to him. The warmth of his body and the refreshing clean scent of his soap helps relax you a little bit.
"I know you're worried, but it'll be over and done with before you know it. Plus, I'll be there every step of the way. I won't let anything happen to you."
"They won't let you into the room with me," you grumble into his shirt.
"I'd like to see them keep me out."
You both know his words are empty, but they still manage to bring you comfort. Knowing Sangyeon will be there when it's over, and that he'll take care of you is enough to help you relax the rest of the way.
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The Boyz Anthology
FanfictionA collection of short stories and drabbles that were requested on my Tumblr page.
