"Hobi, wake up. Please." It's been already three months since the accident, you're in a coma.
"I miss you." I said, squeezing your hand.
I really do.
"Hoseok, if you hear me, I'm begging you, open your eyes." Wiping my tears away with a sleeve of my shirt, I kept holding your hand with my free one.
"The doctors said that apparently me talking to you may help you recover and wake up faster." But is it really working?
"I can't lose you." Shaking my head, I stared at your pale face. You look so calm, too calm. Brushing strands of hair out of your face, my lip quivered. My fingers caressed your soft cheek, my thumb grazing over your full lips ever so gently.
"I love you, so much." My words came out as a mere whisper, my head hung low, leaning on the side of your bed.
That's when I felt it.
Your hand squeezing mine. The action was so fragile and weak, I wasn't sure whether it was real.
My eyes widened, as I gazed at your face and saw you scrunching your eyebrows slightly.
I smiled at you, a thing I haven't done for the last three months.
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Too Young To Die | hopekook
Fanfiction"Hoseok, I'm afraid of losing you." "Don't worry baby boy, I'm too young to die." "What if one day you'll be too fast to live?" hopekook (Jung Hoseok x Jeon Jungkook) short story lowercase intended 10/12/2017- ongoing
