It should have been a beautiful morning. The sun was shining brightly and birds were singing in the trees. People out for their morning stroll were talking and laughing. The sunlight filtered through the trees' translucent leaves, dusting the sidewalks with green patterns. But to Hansol, none of it was beautiful. He hated the singing birds and the laughing people and the sunlight. It should have been raining, the sky should have been dark. The whole world should have been crying. They should feel his pain. They should see Soonyoung lying weak on that hospital bed.
Hansol couldn't keep his eyes of of Soonyoung, for fear that if he were to look away for even a moment, he would disappear forever. He was lying motionless on the hospital bed. His face was drained of all color and his skin was now practically the same shade as the sheets. Needles and wires were sticking out all over his frail body. The only sound that Hansol could register was the incessant beeping that assured him that Soonyoung's heart was still beating; he was still alive. He repeated it in his head. He's still alive, don't lose hope, he's still alive.
"Please be okay," Hansol whispered, even though he didn't expect an answer. He took Soonyoung's hand, careful not to disturb the IV. His hand was worryingly cool. Hospitals were a shit place for air conditioning.
Hansol studied his boyfriend's face. It was too pale. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't connect his happy, energetic Soonyoung to this person who was lying weak, with an oxygen mask strapped over his face. This couldn't be Soonyoung. How did this happen? How had he gone from so full of life to this?
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Oblivious (Soonsol/ Hansoon)
FanfictionIt's just your average love story. Long time crush, attempted murder-- wait what?
