"I'M AFRAID THAT BANDAIDS ARE NO GOOD FOR HEARTACHE..." word count: 4,688
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"LET'S stay together forever, okay?" The brunette whispered, his hand pressed against Hyunjin's face gently as tears trailed down his own cheeks. Visible pain present in his expression and body language. It was a short blur, a heart-aching scene that Hyunjn never wanted to view again. But, he could not control his vivid dreams that haunted him time to time.
Hyunjin's eyes shot open after those words were said. His forehead formed sweat as it seemed as if his body was experiencing a heat wave, to the way his hands grasped onto his bed sheets trembling by the fact that he had to go through another night watching the nightmare replay through his mind. "Fuck..." Is all he can say, he rubs his temples trying to calm himself down as his body still is stiff from the recent occurrence. But, none of these techniques work as he still shakes in disgust. He had no reason to feel disgusted at himself due to the accident not being his fault, but he had the need to take responsibility for what happened.
But, before more can go on in the span of the little time that he's conscious, his roommate Minho pops into his room. A spatula was in his right hand, covered in what it seemed to be scrambled eggs. They both make eye contact with each other, it was only for a short second but Minho already recognized what was happening and immediately went over to comfort the younger boy. "It's alright..." His voice is gentle, he embraces the boy with one arm as he doesn't want the spatula to have contact with Hyunjin. "It wasn't your fault...it was never your fault Hyunjin."
His words were supposed to be reassuring, he was grateful that Minho was such a sweetheart and put up with him but he didn't feel any better. Each time he still felt the guilt weighing in his heart that has claimed its designated spot in Hyunjin's body. It was growing day by day and he didn't know how to control it. Finally the tears fall, he can't keep them in and it's the same result each time. The older brunette rubs his back, trying to calm him down and be there for him without trying to interfere with his emotions in anyway. "Hyunjin..I'll give you some space okay? Jeongin and I will set up your breakfast on the table."
He nods, wiping away his tears although they continue to flow. Minho pats his head gently, shortly leaving the room after doing so. Hyunjin's tears multiplied as he lets out a choked sob, it's been three years. Three years since the accident but he hasn't forgot the details one bit. Especially since it resulted in three lives being lost. "Please.." His fingers shakily crawl into his hair, grasping onto the dark chestnut locks as he pleads, "Forgive me...I'm so sorry..." He believed the boy kept popping up in his dreams to haunt him for his mistakes, for his stupid suggestion that led him to his death bed. "Please!"
The dream always took place in the same location, the same time and was always in his perspective. It felt like he was living the scene all over again when he was stuck in his nightmare. "Seungmin..." He whispers, he felt unworthy to say his name, as if he was not permitted to say it. "I miss you please..I'm so sorry..." No matter how many times he apologized, each time he came to the conclusion that he was unable to turn back time and bring him back. They were seventeen, he was now twenty.
