The warmth of the afternoon sun streamed through the infirmary windows, too intense against Miyeon's closed eyelids. She hesitated to open them, the comfort of the soft bed beneath her and the steady, warm hand clasped in hers keeping her grounded.
But her mind was racing, pulling together fragments of memories from the past hour.
Losing their first match.
Running out of the gymnasium, her chest tight with frustration and something else- something far worse.
The violent coughing. The metallic taste of blood.
Her legs giving out beneath her.
Someone catching her just before she hit the floor, and then... darkness.
Now, as the world slowly filtered back into focus, she could hear voices murmuring nearby. Were they whispers, or was it just her head making them seem distant? Miyeon tried to open her eyes, the brightness of the sun hitting her too harshly, making her flinch and close them again. But the slight movement alerted the person beside her.
"Miya?" a voice she recognized instantly spoke, full of relief. The sound seemed to silence the other murmurs in the room.
Slowly, Miyeon blinked her eyes open, the light still too bright but bearable this time. The first thing she saw was Wonwoo's face, etched with worry. His usually composed expression was filled with visible relief when she smiled at him, albeit weakly.
"Hey," she croaked, her throat dry and scratchy.
Wonwoo exhaled, helping her sit up gently, adjusting the pillows behind her back. "You're okay," he said, though it sounded more like he was reassuring himself. He handed her a glass of water, which she took gratefully, the cool liquid soothing her throat.
As she finished drinking, she looked around the room, taking in her surroundings. She was in the infirmary. That part made sense. What didn't make sense was the number of people gathered. Jeonghan stood at the foot of her bed, his arms crossed but his expression soft, filled with concern. Behind him was Nari, eyes glassy with unshed tears. Seungkwan and Taehyung stood near the door, offering her small, relieved smiles.
Her attention was brought back to Wonwoo, who took the glass from her. "The others had to leave for some work. The left just a few moments back." he explained softly.
Miyeon nodded slowly, her voice still hoarse, heart warming knowing that others cared enough to stay for her, "What happened? How long was I out for?" she asked, though she already had pieces of the answer floating in her mind.
Wonwoo hesitated before answering, his eyes flicking briefly toward Jeonghan, who stepped forward seeing the hesitation in his eyes. Miyeon saw it too and she knew it must've been hard for him to see another of his friends in this situation.
"You fainted," Jeonghan said, his tone gentle but firm, "In the washroom. I found you just before... before it got worse. You've been out for half an hour." His voice faltered slightly, and Miyeon could see the tension in his posture, the concern that hadn't fully left his eyes. There was something more there, something deeper, almost like fear and worry.
Her heart thudded uncomfortably in her chest at the thought of him seeing her like that. 'What's wrong with me?' she wondered, feeling the strange rhythm of her heart quicken under his gaze.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible yet her smile genuine. Jeonghan's expression softened even more as he nodded, offering a small smile.
"I'm just glad you're okay now," he replied quietly, though his eyes still held the weight of what had happened.
Miyeon's gaze then drifted to Nari, who looked like she was on the verge of tears. As soon as their eyes met, Nari rushed forward and enveloped Miyeon in a tight hug, causing Miyeon to chuckle softly despite the situation.
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Daylight To Her Midnight | YJH | Seventeen Fanfic
Fanfiction'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.' Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be. In a world...
