Wake Up

Chapter 10 : The Bedroom

Jeongguk's P.O.V.

I "wake up" and my eyes are immediately met with pitch black. However, this isn't the World of Darkness. The atmosphere tells me otherwise.

It's as if my eyes are glued shut. However, all of my other senses remain functional. The real problem here though, is that I can not move.

I can hear, feel, smell and possibly taste. But I can't move. It's as if earth's gravity has increased by a billion. My entire body feels stuck and weighted down.

I must be in the Bedroom...

A couple of minutes pass by. One thing I quickly recognize is the beeping noise in the background. The noise repeats itself, slowly and intimidatingly. The smell is scented by wires and painted walls, clean bed sheets and toxic medications. The only taste I can achieve is my own saliva. I've entered the Bedroom multiple times before, but I don't think I'll ever get use to this poising smell.

I lay there quietly, not knowing what to do except wait. Wait for something to happen, for a new type of noise to be heard out-of-body experience.

As if my wishes were granted, I hear a door open, followed by footsteps. I train my ears towards this person as they walk across the room. The sounds of scrapping metal across the ground interrupts this silence. I assume a chair was pulled out and someone had sat in it.

The person exhales and by the tone of their breath, the vocal of that sigh, I immediately know who it is.

Taehyung.

It's my Hyung, my Taehyung.

I want to open my mouth and scream out "TAEHYUNG!" I want to sit up and open my eyes, see the hospital room, see colors and see his gorgeous face that I've missed so much. I want to see him, hug him and love him. But no matter how much my brain commands my limbs to move, they don't.

My lips remain shut, my eyes remain closed, and my body lays stagnant.

I try again and again, but no matter how much I try to use every amount of muscle to pull, push, or move, this stubborn heart-crushing gravity holds me still.

Taehyung, it's me! It's me!

My mouth doesn't move. My eyes don't open. My body remains asleep.

I know that asking for him, pleading and crying out his name will never be successful, but my heart still tries. My mind and heart still proceeds to call out to him, hoping that one day, my body will respond to my wishes and move. But that day has come to no avail...

I feel a sudden warmth on my hand. The sense of touch sends an electric figurative shock through my body. I try to move towards that warmth but nothing moves. The warmth of the hand intertwines with mine and I feel the urge to cry.

It's been so long since I've felt that hand. I try my best to enjoy this warmth, this moment, his love for today before I never become separated from him once again.

"Jeongguk-ah."

His voice. His gorgeous, beautiful voice makes my heart ache. It's silky and smooth, dark yet gentle. I want to feel him, see him, kiss him, speak to him. He's right there, yet so damn far away.

"How's your evening?" he asks, placing his other hand on top of our intertwined one.

Those three words he speaks brings me sudden nostalgia as it reminds me of those days where I would come home from work. He'd gently smile and quickly walk over towards me. He'd wrap his arms around me and kiss my skin so softly and lovingly. "How's your evening," he would say. And I would smile and rub his hands that were clasped around my waist.