⚜REST WITHIN ME⚜ [Namjin] [Taekook] (Under Editing)

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A week later.

Seokjin p.o.v

Namjoon...
Namjoon...
My King....

Where am I?

Why is my head aching so much?

What is the disturbance blinding my senses? My eyes fluttered, and with that my whole body seemed to stir from a deep slumber. The sun light was the disturbance, the intrusion....and why is there sunlight burning on my face? I tried to open my eyes. They never have gained on any weight that I can't bear, but at this very moment, I can feel my eyes but cannot pry them open. What is wrong with me? I want to move my body, my hands, my limbs, but why aren't they obeying my brain?

Wait...where is Namjoon?

I have to search for him.

Oh, my heart...the pulses have increased, and I feel the singing hum of blood in my veins, the drum of my heart and the contract of my muscles.

I groaned—yes, my lips moved—but, why does it hurts so much to even part my lips? My tongue feels as if metal were stacked upon it, but I should move it to wet my lips. They feel dry...I never liked them dry.

I have to find Namjoon...

My fluttering eye lashes, heavy with exhaustion stilled for a minute and so did every movement in my body...until an irked growl rumbled in my stomach. I felt like I was about to puke. I'm hungry.

Then, out of blue, as if thawing the thickened snow on my wits, a gentle and a warm piece of cloth kissed my body—wetting along my hands, limbs and chest and then, my face...

who was washing me?

Was Namjoon awake? Is he here? Gods, he is here!

I could feel my heartbeat increasing upon the pleasure the name itself brought. And, my lips twitched as to welcome the kiss which would aid me to wake. I waited, anticipating eagerly for the caress, but instead a pair of lips brushed across my forehead, followed by a gentle brush of a hand.

"Seokjin, you must awake. I-It has been enough of your rest. Please, Jin."

The voice...I can't place it. But it's familiar. I can't place it. Ugh, try to recall Seokjin. Try to recall. Who is this gentleman?

"My brother's life relies on your wake, so, please rouse, Jin. Please, wake up and wake him as well."

As dizzily as I have roused, my senses plunged me to darkness before I could place the voice...leaving the only will roaring in my mind.

I have to wake.

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My tongue felt dry and swallowed, and it bothered me so much that I had to moan out for a drink...nonetheless I couldn't. The previous sun rays didn't bother me again, but my need to have a drink did. And, this time, I was determined to wake.

My eye-lashes fluttered in effort and after a few, I could open my eyes—absorbing the blurred and frenzied vision of the world—no, I couldn't see a thing, but then, even if I did see something it wasn't darkness. I had to blink and clear my vision. Last time I remember, the world was not blurry and frenzy.

Nor were his brown eyes...

Namjoon...

"Namjoon," His name murmured upon my lips which quivered as if they couldn't believe they moved. I parted them and inhaled the fresh air, and upon the welcome, my whole body awoke again...and I opened my vision clearly to the environment.