you were beautiful[dopil]✔️

twenty-seven

everything was white. the bright lights, white. the bare walls, white. the sheets, the thin blanket, even his pale skin.

to the boys right was a machine, the constant beep filling the deep silence in the small room.

his head hurt, and to be completely honest, it felt constricting.

in the room of barren white is a disheveled head of dark hair. light snores come from the head of hair and wonpil moves slightly to tap it.

dowoon shot up from his spot in the uncomfortable hospital chair. "won-wonpil! you're awake! hold on i need a nurse."

the excitement in the room only led to wonpils ultimate confusion.

the nurse came in and asked him a few questions, which got him nowhere in trying to figure the whole thing out. all the while, dowoon sat, squeezing his hand.

he could feel the excitement in the younger, but soon it died down and the room became heavy.

a/n- this is my longest book, and im happy it was a dopil. aLSO THANK YOU LIKE SO MUCH FOR 1K READS