Precious - SeongSang

19

It was hard to get Yeosang to fall asleep with all his crying. He wouldn't breathe correctly. His makeup was running and having to clean his face but he still kept crying.

After three to four hours of crying, he passed out. Picking him up and take him to my room. Having to change his clothing to put him into something more comfortable.

It was hard for me to fall asleep. My head hurts like a bitch. I might have hit my head when they tackled me. I don't know but I do know my head just hurts.

Keeping my arm over my eyes to block out any damn light that was hurting my eyes. Keeping Yeosang as close as possible.

He didn't do anything wrong and he needs to know that. I was the one that made him panic for yelling. I fucked up.

I fucked up really badly.

But I'm just happy they didn't recognize him. Happy they didn't try to go after him again. I'm so happy he didn't get hurt.

Resting my eyes doesn't even feel comfortable. My head still hurts so much.

Groaning, getting up, and walking out of my room. Hongjoong was still on the couch. Closing one eye and covering my other from the light from the TV. "Dude, you're still up?"

"Oh yeah. I don't go in tomorrow."

I leaned onto the door frame.

"You ok?"

"Do we still have those ice packs from when Mingi and San almost broke their heads?"

"Oh yeah. I'll get you one." He got up. "Why does your head hurt?"

"We decided to do something stupid on the way back." Taking the ice pack from him. "Ended up hitting my head and now I got a concussion."

"Then we need to take you to the hospital in case it's worse than that."

"I'm fine. It's fine. I really don't want to leave Yeosang right now."

"Fuck that, dude your health might be at risk."

"It's fine, seriously. It'll go away in a couple of days. I'm just really tired."

"Fine. But if it gets worse you're going to the hospital."

I nodded. Saying good night and getting back in bed. Putting the ice pack on my head. It felt so fucken nice. Keeping Yeosang close. He got as close as possible.

He placed his hand on my chest. "You ok, Seongie?" He whispered. His voice was raspy.

"Yeah." I covered my eyes.

"You're not mad at me right?"

"No."

"Ok." He was quiet for a while. He laid his head on my chest. "I'm sorry."

"You did nothing wrong. Please. Can we talk about this in the morning?"

"Ok." He was going to pull away but I pulled him back.

Moving higher so he can hide his face in the crook of my neck. Kissing my neck. "Good night."

"Good night."

It was still hard to fall asleep. I just didn't feel comfortable at all.

But eventually, I did.

Waking up to be thankful that the light didn't bug me anymore. My head didn't hurt as much but it was still annoying.

Yeosang was still sleeping. His eyes were puffy. The dry tear stains. Dark circles even when he was asleep all night. Hopefully.

Covering him and pulling him back over. I ran my fingers through his hair. He finally relaxed. He was so tense.

"Seonghwa." I hummed. "I'm sorry." He tightened his grip around my waist. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok. We're fine. Everything is fine."

He sniffled.

"Yeosang, please don't cry." I pulled away from him. Sitting up and pulling him up with me. Cupping his face and making him look at me. "You. Did. Nothing. Wrong. I'm serious. You seriously did nothing wrong. I yelled at you and I'm sorry."

He shook his head as his eyes began to water again. Wiping his eyes so he wouldn't cry.

"It's alright Yeosang." Giving him a kiss. "You did nothing wrong. And you will never do anything wrong. Either way, it was only once. It's alright."

He nodded. I pulled him back into the hug. We sat there. Trying to keep him calm. I don't know how long we sat there for.

"Sangie." I patted his head. "Let's take a shower."

Helping him off the bed and to the shower. He stayed hugging me.

Doing the same thing as last time he cried here. He clung to me and didn't say anything no matter how much I talked to him or asked him questions. But he didn't stare at me. He didn't want to look at me until I somewhat forced him to.

"Yeosang." I tapped his head. Nothing. "Sangie." Nothing. I cupped his cheeks and lifted his head. Giving him a quick kiss. "Yeosang." He held onto my wrists. "You did nothing wrong."

He nodded. He hugged me and hid his face from me. He was just quiet. I know he would just nod in hopes of me to stop telling him that.

"I'm serious, Yeosang. You did nothing wrong." Kissing the top of his head.

Getting us out of the shower and back into some clothes. He sat on my bed as he played with his plush and stared out the balcony doors.

Sitting behind him. I pulled him onto my lap. Kissing the back of his neck. Wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Yeosang..." "I know." He finally spoke. "I did nothing wrong. You told me so many times. But I just feel like it is because I panicked. I stalled. I watched you get hurt. You're still in pain and I know you are. I did nothing and everything happened to you. I came out of it completely fine. That's not fair. It's my fault."

"Yeo..." "Mingi is mad at you."

"He's not mad."

"He is disappointed. The only thing I got was Yunho being upset with me and that was it."

"I'm fine now." I turned him around. "I'm just happy you're not hurt in anyway."

"It hurts me seeing you like this and me being the cause of it makes me feel even worse."

"I'm fine. It's nothing." Lifting his head up. "I'm seriously fine. Yeah, my head hurts a bit but it's fine. I don't blame the cops for tackling me. It's their job to catch those who run."

"You were standing still."

"I was going to run. So... Either way I am correct." He rolled his eyes. "Everyone gets anxiety at some point. But remember even with it almost being the worst day of our lives. Almost getting caught. But we got out. The adrenaline of almost getting caught and being so close to being put in prison was amazing. And I learned from the best person in the world is that I need to learn to live a little."

He stared at me.

"Yeosang you have helped me live."

His cheeks turned pink. He punched me in the stomach. I groaned, held my stomach, and rested my head down his shoulder to try to breathe. He really punched the air out of me.

He pulled me up and kissed me. He pulled away. "What did I say about making me flustered?"

"That I do what I want." I laughed. Giving him another kiss.