Jiyoo's Point Of View
The world is still asleep when Ni-ki and I make our way up to the rooftop garden of the hospital.
The hallways are quiet, save for the occasional soft beeping of machines and the faint shuffling of nurses making their rounds. It’s still too early for visitors, too early for the morning rush of doctors and patients.
And maybe that’s why this moment feels different.
Like the world belongs to just the two of us.
The sky is changing, the deep navy of night slowly giving way to soft streaks of pink and gold. A gentle breeze moves through the air, carrying the scent of morning dew and the faint floral notes from the garden beds nearby.
And then there’s Ni-ki—right beside me.
He walks silently, his hand gripping the handles of the wheelchair he insisted I use.
Not because I can’t walk—because I can.
I’ve been taking slow, careful steps on my own since yesterday.
But Ni-ki?
He wouldn’t hear any of it.
He had simply crossed his arms, stared me down, and muttered, “Shut up and sit,” before placing me in the chair himself.
So I let him.
Because as much as I hate being babied, I know he needs this.
He needs to take care of me.
He needs to make sure I’m still here.
And for Ni-ki, I can let him have that.
Even just for a little while.
When we reach the rooftop garden, he slows to a stop near the railing.
“This okay?” he asks, his voice softer than usual.
I nod, adjusting slightly in my seat. “Yeah. It’s nice.”
It really is.
The rooftop is quiet, surrounded by lush greenery and scattered benches. The flowers here aren’t particularly vibrant—hospitals don’t have much room for extravagant gardens—but they bloom anyway. Small pops of color against the otherwise sterile white walls.
Ni-ki doesn’t sit.
He leans against the railing instead, staring out at the city beyond.
I watch him carefully.
Something about his silence feels… different today.
He’s always been protective, always been the type to linger close after everything that happened.
But today?
Today, there’s something else.
Something heavier.
Something unspoken.
And I wait.
Because I know he’ll tell me when he’s ready.
It takes a while, but eventually, he speaks.
“I was terrified, you know.”
His voice is quiet.
Almost fragile.
I blink, caught off guard by the sudden admission.
I turn slightly, watching the way his fingers tighten around the metal railing, the way his jaw clenches like he’s forcing himself to stay composed.
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