"trip to the heavens on angels wings"
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
"My friend Felix," Jeongin said when he woke up, confusing Chan but also exciting him.
"Oh my God, you're awake." Chan sighed in relief and hugged Jeongin tight, laying with him on the bed.
"The picture," Jeongin gasped out, reaching a shaky hand towards the image sitting on his side table.
"Hey, hey I got it." Chan laid Jeongin's hand back onto his chest and held the picture up for him.
"He's Australian, like you," Jeongin told Chan, a small smile forming on his face. "I haven't seen him in a while..." Tears formed in the boys' eyes from the memories the photo brought, but also from yeh immense pain in his throat that was making speaking feel like yelling.
"Wait, how'd you know I was looking at it?" Chan asked, the panicked tone in his voice not going unmissed.
"I could hear you," Jeongin replied, calming Chan's nerves. The words felt like knives to his throat and head, and with each sentence, he could feel himself losing the consciousness he had just gained back.
"Don't talk anymore," Chan demanded. "I can see it's hurting you."
Jeongin tried to nod, but any movement sent a wave of pain to his stiff neck. The pill bottles stood unopened on the table, and that's when Jeongin noticed the Tamiflu. He lifted a shaky finger to point at it and thankfully Chan got the message before his arm gave out.
"Take... It..." Jeongin panted. Chan shook his head, tears filling his own eyes at the sight of Jeongin. He was too young, too young to leave a world that hadn't even let him graduate high school yet. A world that hadn't given him his first car or his first tattoo or first drink.
"I don't need it, baby," Chan said with a smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. Jeongin opened his mouth to protest but Chan intervened. "Don't. No talking."
Fingers gently brushed through his hair, words flowed through his ears and a flower bloomed in Jeongin's chest as he laid next to the man he loved.
But one thing irked him. What had brushed over him when Chan was messing with the frame? What were the soft feathers that ran up his arm and tickled his face?
