You Make Me High / yugbam

chapter vii

Yugyeoms pov

I layed in my bed silently, watching his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. The thought of what could have happened to him if I didnt kick the door open makes me sick. I dont think I could ever imagine a world without him, even if that sounds pathetic.

I just want to hold him like this forever. Im afraid if I let go then he'll leave me and do something like this again. Does he not realize im here for him? Why would he do such a thing. I dont even know what i should do. If i tell the members, i could be risking bambams chance of still being with us. However, if i dont say anything, he could easily slip back into getting high. I would never forgive myself if he died and i didnt stop it. This incident was just luck that he came back.

I put my hand against his face, relieved that its still warm. I closely examined his face, noticing everything beautiful about it. His darker skin compliments his features so beautifuly. I cant help the want to cry, but I keep quiet because he needs to rest.

I take my free hand thats not wrapped around him and play with his hair, tracing it down his face and stopping at the bottom of his neck. I notice some pretty heavy bruising on the right side of his neck and shoulder. It looks to be a few days old. Who could hurt him?

He started to stir and without hesitating I hugged him tighter and placed a small kiss on his neck, careful not to hurt him anymore than he was.

"Its okay, im here. Youre okay, just rest." I whispered to him while rubbing small circles on his hand that layed limp on his chest.

"Im sorry." He said, his voice obviously strained. I lifted my head to look into gis eyes, both of ours meeting at the same time.

"Dont talk, we can talk about it after you rest." I kissed his cheek once more and layed my head back down, continuing to rub small circles in his hands.

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A/N
Yugyeoms tattoo looks like his soundcloud flower, i really want to see the whole thing.