You Were My Love

Scene 43 - Imperfect

He got out of the bathroom and stepped forward in the suite.

His breath hitched as his heart hurt like hell, his eyes blinking fast to ease the tinkling that verging tears caused.

He drew near the bed to take one last glance at his beautiful angel before leaving him forever to let him live a happy life without him...

It took all the strength he had to do that without breaking apart.

He softly whispered "You were my love..." and turned around.

He was so deep in his thoughts, trying to be as silent as possible, that the sound startled him.

"Don't you dare leave without kissing me goodbye..." a fake menacing muffled voice spoke.

Hae Wong stopped dead.

He slowly turned back around.

Had Jimin heard him??

The latter raised his head from the pillow, frowning at his prince, who didn't know how to react.

He felt he was being caught red-handed.

He simply froze, his face first a mix of surprise and guilt after Jimin's comment, and then of fondness at his cute puffy eyes under his ruffled hair.

Jimin tried to sit up but he suddenly writhed and whined loudly, falling back on the pillow.

All previous thoughts evaporating at the sight of Jimin in pain, Hae Wong instinctively dropped everything he was holding and dashed to him like a lightning bolt.

He knelt down next to him while swiftly grabbing him into his arms, stress giving him the strength to lift him from the bed as though he was a mere feather.

"Jimin-ah!!! What's wrong? Are you okay?!" he asked, his stressed voice nearly a cry.

After a few crucifying moments spent waiting without getting an answer, Hae Wong saw Jimin lift his face again with a very faint smile on his lips.

"Hmm! ..." Jimin flinched, his eyes shut tight.

"Does your head hurt?! What is it?! Tell me!!!" the older insisted, his mind on a panic mode, his voice weakening to a despaired croak.

"Don't worry, I - ... I should be okay...." he muttered.

Hae Wong's worried face relaxed, and his arms released his beloved back into the sheets as the stress that had given them so much power waned, momentarily draining him of any stamina.

Then his shaky legs gave way and he slid down from the bed side onto the floor as he sighed deeply in a ragged breath.

He supported his arms by resting his elbows on his knees as his trembling hands raked through his hair and he frowned up at the ceiling with relief.

"Hi Honey" Jimin said in an unusual raucous voice, his hands and fingers rubbing his face and eyes.

He felt disoriented, and his head hurt like hell, but as he had just woken up he thought he just needed some time till he could figure things out.

Finally, Hae Wong stood up again, lifting himself by propping his arms on the bed.

When he sat next to his love, Jimin pecked him multiple times since he could see he was so worried, but suddenly stopped.

He winced again, gritting his teeth and holding his head then feeling his thighs :

"Nngh!!! What did I do last night? My legs and feet hurt so much! Training is going to be hell tod- Wait! -" his mind started to go into a frenzy as he groped at his body and realized he was in Hae Wong's bed, in Hae Wong's clothes. "What's the day today? Are we at your place? Why am I wearing your pajamas??" he panicked at the realization he didn't know how he had ended up there or why he wasn't wearing his own clothes.