Save Me; A Seokjin Centric

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If Seokjin were never grateful for Hyosang before then he certainly was now. How was it that in all their years of friendship they were always there when needed the most? From the biggest difference in attitude to the smallest lack of smile, anything that signalled a change in character and emotion was good enough to realize something was wrong. He didn't even think of it until this moment. The moment he was now face to face with his members. He didn't think at all how much Hyosang coming before them would take such a heavy weight off his shoulders. He was grateful though, he was able to wake up from his weird coma thing - still not knowing what to call it - and finally see him after all this time, it was great and he found himself smiling lightly at the realization. It was when he felt said man start to get up from his place on the bed did he started to internally panic. He can't be leaving now. No no no. No.

He still doesn't know what to do with his six dongsaengs here. He didn't even bother to think of some half-assed apology he could give them on how he was some selfish idiot that went out of their way to fuck himself up. It was something he should have thought about the second Hyosang told him that they knew about his problems. But no, in that moment he was too busy being a senti and trying not to over anger himself into frustrated tears.

But at the same time, he didn't really think of it his fault because on the bright side, after all this time he and Hyosang could finally bond. And as much as he grieved it was while he was in a hospital bed, he was still thankful for the given moment. He could say that it also gave the two a new side to their friendship, where Seokjin could look at Hyosang without feeling guilty because of what the other learned of him - it's okay, you're okay, I'm right here, just breathe slowly, you're going to be okay I promise - and Hyosang could look at Seokjin more than that one one friend who was happy all the time. Yeah sure, people change over years of knowing them but sadly, it was in much different terms than what Hyosang could ever expect.

"Are you leaving?" Asked Seokjin quietly.

Fuck. It pained Hyosang to look at him after he asked. The older's eyes were filled with desperation with his pupils wide and blown. They carried ounces of different emotions to which Hyosang could read every single one. He didn't want to leave the other in this state where he was visibly afraid and nervous. It felt like such an unnatural thing to witness. As if Seokjin should not be wearing that expression - for many reasons he felt would only make sense in his head.

"I promise I'll come back tomorrow if you aren't released today."

He could see the gears working in Seokjin's eyes. It was like they were speaking to him when his lips couldn't. Don't leave. I can't do this by myself. I need you here-

"Okay, yeah." It was a soft whisper but it still put a ring through his ears in the quiet afternoon of the hospital.

After Hyosang packed up the remainders of their lunch he set the boxes aside on the table next to the bed incase the older got hungry later. Normally if it were any other day Seokjin would be the one to push Hyosang to take the leftovers home, seeing as he lived by himself he wouldn't have to worry about cooking supper or having a lunch the day after. But he couldn't find any motivation in himself to argue this time. His brain was too busy working around the ways he could resolve the possible tension he caused between him and his members.