Bad Blood || K. Jongin

14| Unsure

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2 days later.

(Jongin)

I open my eyes to find an angel staring back at me.

Her eyes widen once she realizes I'm awake, her pink lips curling into the biggest smile I've ever seen.

I'm breathless.

"Thank god you're okay." She whispers, her eyes glistening with tears as she brushes the hair from my face.

Her touch makes me shiver, and I flinch when she nuzzles the crook of my neck.

I stare up at the ceiling, still try to process everything that is happening.

"Thank you for saving me." Her voice rings softly in my ears.

A dusty ray of sunlight shines through the small window, intensifying the girl's natural beauty. I sit there, staring into her eyes, a little dazed but seeming to remember everything that happened before I passed out.

I remember the taste of her lips. I remember the way her body was pinned underneath mine, I remember her arms wrapped around me, her silky hair and her lust filled eyes. I can still hear the blissful moans echoing in the back of my mind.

I remember picking her up from the bed and running away, running for miles and miles with her on my back, her feet bleeding from stepping on glass. Did that really happen? My mind races, shocked from the way we connected so easily. Shocked from how willing I was to protect this girl I hadn't met too long ago. Shocked that she was still here, waiting for me.

Shocked that she cared about me.

The feeling is foreign, strange and uncomfortable-but at the same time welcoming. My heart fills with a warmness that I've never witnessed in my life.

"L-Lyra." I croak harshly, savoring her fingers against my skin. I've never felt this kind of love before. The touch from a women who genuinely cares for me.

I'm overwhelmed with compassion, something that felt so invasive in my heart.

"Shh." She coos softly, reaching across the bed and patting my head with a cold washcloth. "You've been sleeping for 2 days with a fever, you must be tired."

She's right. My body still aches with pain. I try to move out and touch her, but my muscles are strained with each attempt I make.

"I understand." Lyra stares down at me with her deep, hypnotizing brown eyes. She doesn't even have to say anything, the way she holds my hand is enough to calm my nerves.

She leans down and rests her head on my chest, right above my heart.

"Are you okay?" I ask, closing my eyes as her hair tickles my cheek.

"My feet are healing." Her reply is muffled by my shirt. "Kyungsoo took care of me."

I breathe shallowly. "I knew he would."

"Are you okay, Jongin?" She asks me next, her face flashing genuine concern.

I nod, my head burning with pain. I can't remember the last time I had felt this shitty. Am I really that out of shape?

I chuckle without knowing it.

Lyra lifts her head. "What's so funny?"

"I'm weak." I lick my chapped lips, painfully lifting my arms so I can rub my sore temples.