I've Fallen for Us (A Vhope fanfic)

Abyss

When I wake up the room is dark, cold and deserted. Under the door I can see the light on outside, soft voices and footsteps, along with the beeping of the monitors is all that is heard. Aside from my back and lungs being sore, which is a constant now, I'm surprised when I move a little, the pain in my side is no longer dull, but sharp and swift. I wince from the pain and stop moving immediately, whimpering as I stay still in a very awkward position.

After a minute I decide that I need to move because I *can't stay in this position. I take a deep breathe, close my eyes and let the arm that propped me up go, causing me to fall into my back again, my body shrill with pain. Tears fall down my cheeks, but I don't dare move again to wipe them. I let my head fall limply to the left, where my bed side table is. There's a small glass of water, and under it a folded piece of paper, but it's too dark to make out anything else. It hurts. The pain is unbearable but I start to think that actually, I deserve this pain. I should have come in the first place to see a doctor. Non of this would have happened if I listened to Yoongi.

Using the last of my energy I reach up and press the little red light on the wall. MY fingers barely brush it, but in only a few seconds my door opens, a nurse quickly at my bedside. I shield my eyes from the door, my vision going blurry and useless.

"Are you in pain sir?" She asks quickly and I nod, closing my eyes to take deep, painful breaths.

"Doctor!!" She yells, voices bouncing out of the open door and echoing off the walls. A man, older then me, rushes into the room, but I have no more strength to pay attention.

I feel a pinch in my arm, my blood running cold, but unbelievably painless so I'm grateful. Light footsteps are what I hear. They lead out of the room and down the hall. A cold hand comes to rest on my forehead, sweeping my bangs out of my face with ease.

"It won't hurt anymore..." he whispers, and for a minute I feel like it's Hoseok in the room. I want to reach up and hold his hand, but my body won't listen to my brain anymore, won't listen to the longing in my heart. I let my mind wander, as my body shuts down, my limbs not mobile anymore.

I love him so much. I just.... can't say when everything started. I have so many memories of us, when his parents took me to thier lake house across the country, with my parents permission of course, for vacation.

There were woods surrounding the lake, keeping it hidden from the roads view. We brought all of our stuff up to the spare room, but it was locked and they forgot the key at home, so I shared a room with Hoseok.

"Taehyungie come on!" He yelled, grabbing my hand and dragging me up a nearby snowy hill, my mittens falling in the snow. I laugh, pulling him to my chest and he hugs me back, our warmth stronger and more passionate then the heater at the lake house, radiating around us.

"Thanks for slowing down" I say, my face nuzzled in the crook of his neck. He laughs, squeezing me tighter against him.

"I didn't have a choice" He replies, pretending to be upset, giving me a huge sigh, but I can hear his smile through the words that he speak.

"You know..." he starts, voice barely audible, his voice soft. We were only seven at the time, but I could tell something was different with us.

"Yeah?" I ask, pulling away slightly, and he takes me cold, exposed hands in his. The tip of his nose is bubblegum pink, his cheeks tinted the same too.

"Ah.. um. Come on! We gotta get to the top!" He yells suddenly, a smile on his face as he starts dragging me up the hill again. His smile, like always, is pure, his laugh rings through the woods, sounding like the happy child he is. Or was at the time.