𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐄 | jaemin nct

5

"Ember, its such a beautiful name..."He said and sat on the bed, while I searched the drawers for band-aids.

"Neither am I like the embers" I softly whispered, disappointment flushed in my voice.

"Why? Why would you say that?" He asked and started softly bouncing on the bed.

"I am the burnt embers of a flame, Moon, Im burnt.....Im the ash which is blown away by the wind...."I continued, not searching for the band-aid anymore, but blankly staring at the drawer.

"You called me Moon again..."He raised an eyebrow.

"Uhh...Im sorry, Moon, i mean Jaemin, Im sorry."I stuttered between my words.

"No problem, I kinda like the name."He said.

"You do?"I asked, rejoiced that i got to hear those words.

"Hmm...Why not?"He shrugged and I chuckled, blushing a little due to the embarrassment.

I looked down again, took out a band-aid and went towards him,"There you go..."I extended my hand and he took the box, as I dragged my numb feet, holding onto the walls and seated myself beside him.

"Give me your hand.."He said.

"What?"I asked, taken aback by his sudden words.

He gently held my hand, red and brown lines drawn across, and started putting the band-aids, taking them out of the box. He had almost finished, when his eyes came across the largest cut. It was like a red river, a river symbolizing freedom, not tranquility, but my bottled up emotions.

"Why...why would you do this?"He whispered, and his voice echoed through my empty room, painted with the moonlight. He looked at my wound, as if it was something familiar,his looks were so comforting that words weren't needed.

There was such sadness, such guilt in his eyes that I wanted to draw back my hand, but I also wanted to hold onto him.

"Your hand isn't...."I thought he was going to say a sentence I had heard and overheard, so I ended my completing it for him,"Your hand isn't paper, don't cut it.."and looked at him.

His lips curved into a smile which became a grin and he said,"I was gonna say,'Your hands aren't vegetable, don't cut it' but your's work better I guess..."He smirked and raised an eyebrow.

I stared at him,jaw almost dropped, wide eyes, perplexed at whether I should laugh or comment about his stupidity.

I choose laughter, cause these few hours I spend with him, I want them to be filled with memories, Our smiles....So i chose laughter.

I smiled so hard, that the sides of my cheek were aching, head was jerking and without realizing I had placed my head, on his shoulders. i could feel his eyes on me, and i still smiled wanting to feel his warmth.

Then he whispered, his words like the sweet yet indistinct rustling of leaves,

"Don't cut yourself Ember, because you are a flame, a flame so lively, that its ashes don't disappear, they soar up high in the sky. They fly."