Green Love || YuTae ||

8 - Love Talk

Night is calling. The silent has welcoming the sound of rain, pouring heavily since an hour ago. The room is set in cold, bringing a shiver to the body that is warmed under the blanket. It is not his intention to wake up over the cold on his skin, but the pain on his hand got him awake as he tries to move the blanket up to his chest. As he opens his eyes, dark and chilly, forcing him to shut his eyes back.

Just in a minute the sluggishness is winning, but Yuta determine to get up, stretching a little bit to warm the muscles that too comfortable with the temperature under that expensive blanket. While he still on the bed, he hesitated for a second before timidly reaching his hand to his other side, trying to feels the presence beside him only found himself searching in the dark at the empty side of bed. He is alone.

"What do I expect from a person like him. He definitely couldn't do it."

The mumbles that coming out from his mouth sounded like laughing at his foolishness for expecting something he already know will not happen. The disappointment has him fully awake, detaching the IV tube before he get down from the bed very slowly and walking lumberingly into unknown dark to find the switch. The room is quite big and a lot unfamiliar, making it hard to set a direction towards the wall that has switch designed on it.

The struggle is there, forcing himself to drag his injured foot but taking another steps further is too much for him to handle the pain and almost fall only if Taeyong didn't catch him up right after he switched the lamp on.

"Yuta! What are you doing?"

Taeyong furiously asks as soon as he catches Yuta from falling. He then helps Yuta to stabling his stance and gets way to close that both suddenly getting awkward about it. The heaviness that sit between them gets lighter when Yuta pulling himself back away slightly from Taeyong. The act however makes Taeyong taken aback, slightly hurt with the rejection. But more than that, he understood right away since he never cared when Yuta was hurt before. And if he think about the way he instinctively acted out of surprise just now, Taeyong gets momentarily confused of himself that somehow changed.

"Oh, did I scared you, thought that I'm a ghost?"

It's awkward and yet he still tries to joke about the situation, so they can converse comfortably. The one metre apart is still feels so close and Yuta can't help but gets self-conscious around Taeyong. Right after his confession, he feels so vulnerable and becomes too sensitive in everything he does.

"Stop playing around. Your injured foot is not a joke."

Unfortunately, Taeyong couldn't take the joke as his voice sounded tense, strong and concerned. Something flipped inside Yuta's stomach as Taeyong coming closer, putting Yuta's arm around his shoulder and assisting him to get back to the bed. As they arrived, Taeyong helps him to sit down slowly on the bed while he crouching down to check the bandaged foot and barely satisfied with its condition.

"Don't walk around yet, Yuta. The wound is quite deep that it might bleed again. I'll come and get anything you need here. Just tell me."

They make an eye contact and Yuta find the way Taeyong looking at him is so fond that he almost lose to it. It's overwhelming, and the heart that can't lie showing an obvious honesty through his expression, so he quickly averting his eyes from Taeyong's deep yet gentle stare.

"Nothing. I need nothing. I just wanted to switch on the lamp just now so there is no need to make fuss about it."

There is hesitation when Yuta tries to explain himself, not sure if he really needed to explain that long. Realizing how smooth he replying him, he pressing tightly his lips together, frowning in confusion over his spoiled acting.