prism [ kim s.j ] ( fin )

† 58

     "mrs kim," the nurse came in to the room. "it's time for dinner."

     the girl shuffled to sit up, the suctions of the electrodes around her chest stick uncomfortably to her skin. her face was flushed, the pace of the beeps a tad bit faster.

     "i'm park soo kyu," she showed her left hand, ringless. "not kim soo kyu..."

     "oh, so sorry miss!" the nurse apologised, taking off the covers of her food and setting up the wheeling table. "i thought you and that guy were a couple. i'm so sorry!"

     "it's okay," she waved her off. "but... what's this?"

     "soft rice." she can hear the tad of happiness of the nurse's voice. "along with crab and corn soup, soft carrots and mango sorbet for dessert. your medication is here and we have a midnight dosage of painkillers so you can sleep a bit more, okay? go on, you need to eat."

     as the nurse waved goodbye and left her room, she bumped into jin. "ah mr kim?"

     "yes?"

     "your fiancé is eating right now, and the tv was fixed this morning."

     "oh, okay thank you."

     and he sees her slurping on some soup, smiling ever so slightly from the taste. he also requested nice food for her, in which is priceless to see her smile rather than the plain mashed potatoes with gravy and steamed vegetables she's been having for months.

     "hey jin," she patted on the side of her bed. "come here."

     surprised and numb, he sat down on her bed, minding the wires that are not allowed to be taken or squished. one might be her oxygen tank, one might be for her dextrose, one might be so that he knows she's still beating in the cardiac monitor.

     kyu held out a spoon full of soup. "open wide~"

     he complied, brows furrowed to confusion as she smiles widely at him. jin hasn't seen her this happy in a long while, which makes his ache gone ( being the cliche that he is ).

     "how is taehyung and the others?" she asked, scooping some sorbet to the spoon. "oh come on, it's not that bad. take it."

     tasting some mango, he took out his phone when he felt a buzz.

  

taehyung

jin-hyung , remember to floss before you kiss and use protection

READ 9:26pm

taehyung

SHIT THAT WASN'T ME

READ 9:29pm

taehyung

FFS NAMJOON I'M SO SORRY HYUNG

READ 9:29pm

     "is that taehyung?"

     he jolted, moving the phone away from her. "that was namjoon, the guy with the aqua hair, remember?"

     "the guy that has dimples and a bad bowl cut?"

     they laughed. there were no empty chills or hoarse throats or second thoughts. they just laughed. they just smiled. they just became normal like he's not a sleep deprived celebrity and she's not slowly deteriorating to death every day.

     it's been months since she's been issued to this bed. it's been months since she has wished to leave early. it's been months since she tried to push jin away.

     now, she wants him next to her. she wants him to smile. she wants him to love her and not leave her side. she wants to love him, and him back. she wants to live for a change.

     she wants him to be prepared too; they bloomed too late.

     "hey jin?"

     "yeah?"

     "can we cuddle?"

     "sure."

     legs tangled under sheets, the blurry noise of the tv, synced breathing while his chest is pressed against her back – would this be jin&kyu if she won't die? maybe.

     "seokjin?"

     "soo kyu?"

     "if we went back in time and changed one thing, what would you change?"

     "...i'd go to uncle and say, "hey uncle joon, can i date your niece?""

     she doubled up. "you'd be dead before me!"

     "at least he'd know that, whatever happens, i'll stay with you to the end."