Too Young To Die | hopekook

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A massive crowd chanted your name, loud screams and whistling filled the air.

However all the noises were cut out as I stared into your chocolate-brown eyes, concerned. I sighed. 

"Hoseok, I'm afraid of losing you." A soft whisper left my lips. 

"Don't worry baby boy, I'm too young to die." You replied, ruffling my already messy hair. 

I'm too young to die. That's what you always said. You used to repeat that phrase like a mantra.

"What if one day you'll be too fast to live?" I replied even quieter, my lip trembled. 

You were astonished by my response, maybe even taken aback. But you quickly put on a wide smile. 

"Everything will be alright Kookie, I promise." Your warm hands cupped my rosy cheeks as you placed your lips upon my forehead, giving it a kiss before hurrying to your car. 

Maybe you're right. Maybe there's nothing to worry about. 

It's not your first race after all. 

"Everything will be alright." I whispered to myself, hearing you already speeding off.