"angels heart froze to ice"
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Hearts beating, faster and faster, it's just a kiss.
Hearts beating, slower and slower, it's just a sickness.
Chan glanced at the clock on the wall and let a sob escape his lips, he was running out of time. A burst of terrifying laughter forced him to stop his crying and he focused his attention on Jeongin, who sounded like a young Joker.
"Jeongin?" Chan called out to him gently, squeezing the hand laced with his own.
"Who are you?" Jeongin asked, sounding similar to a high and drunk person.
"Oh wait! Channie~" the boy slurred. "Are you a bird, Channie?" Jeongin asked with a pout. "Does that make this bestiality? Channie, I like animals!" Jeongin cried out, tears falling from his eyes and landing on his pillow.
"No, baby, no. I'm not a bird," Chan reassured him, wiping the tears as they fell.
"It hurts so bad," Jeongin sobbed, clutching his throat. His eyes widened in surprise and he choked on the sobs escaping his lips. In an instant, the boy was out of the bed and on his knees, throwing up yet again. His legs had almost given out on his run there and his eyes were hazy. The bathroom light seemed like the sun, burning and making his head spin.
"Hey, it's okay, it's okay," Chan cooed, brushing Jeongin's hair with his fingers and rubbing soothing circles on the boys back. Jeongin shook his head and continued to sob in Chan's arms, an action that made his head hurt more, but he didn't mind it.
"Bed," Jeongin rasped out after he finished. His throat was burning like someone had shoved a pitchfork down it. He could barely move his body properly, and the way the room was spinning didn't help. Chan wiped his mouth with toilet paper and flushed the toilet.
"Here, let me carry you." Chan reached for Jeongin's legs but was swatted away. The boy stood up slowly, like a turtle, one sore leg at a time. He had to lean on the wall for support and Chan had his other arm, but the world still spun. Jeongin took a step and it felt like the room was a blender. He crashed into the sink, his fall being broken by Chan. The man scooped him in his arms, ignoring his weak protests.
Chan checked Jeongin's temperature once more, seeing it was at 103.4 and settled Jeongin down. Despite his fever, he was ice cold. Jeongin's eyes were fluttering between open and closed, but with one final breath, he asked.
"You're not here to heal me, are you Channie?"
