my blood | park seonghwa

twelve

Your head was throbbing. You didn't need to open your eyes to know that you were no longer in the hospital. It surprised you as to how consistent the pain to your head was considering you had been stabbed in your lower back. This injury wasn't even causing you any pain that you could tell from your current position.

Slowly creaking open your eyes, you are instantly greeted with the all too familiar ceiling of Seonghwa's guest room. What on earth had happened which had allowed for the doctors to send you home so soon? Or had you been in a coma for a few months...

Before you can be sent into a spiral of panic, you find yourself being pulled from the thought process as you notice San standing by the door, his back pressed against the wall as he simply gazed at the floor.

"S-San?" Your throat is dry, causing for your voice to catch as you call for him. Within a blink of an eye he is by the foot of your bed. You try to sit up but are placed back to be lying down as the silver locked male kneels onto the bed in order to keep you resting.

His hand lingers on your arm for a moment before he resumes his position on his feet. That is when you notice the significant change to his features. A lengthy scar pierced the skin over his eye, draining all colour which previously resided there.

"Did Hongjoong hurt you?" Your thoughts jump back to the moment where the silver haired male had you in his grasp within your own apartment. The sight of both San and Jongho being thrown like ragdolls is clear as you try to figure out what happened.

"My injury doesn't matter," San shrugs off your question, consciously putting in effort to try and keep it from view as much as he can – more so for your sake. "How are you feeling?"

You would usually find it odd that the other isn't too keen on relaying information to you as he had been the main individual to give you any answers which you sought, but with everything that had just happened you felt there would be a better time to press.

"My head hurts, but do you know how long I was out for?" The words fall into a heap as your mind seems to begin thinking ten steps ahead.

San chews his bottom lip, a sign of nerves, before meeting your gaze. "About 28 hours. It was a quick stay in the hospital." When your brows furrow together in confusion, he gestures to where your wound should be. "Have a look."

Completely unbothered by the fact that he was standing right there, you manage to crane your neck upwards as you slip up the hem on the shirt you were in. Exposing the bare skin of your stomach, your eyes widened as you noticed a lack of any wound or even a scar.

Your breath catches in your throat – your breath isn't there? Ignoring San's gesture to stay put, you rush into a seated position as you pull yourself to the foot of the bed. "What happened to me?"

"The doctors couldn't save you," A wave of emotions crosses the silver locked male's eyes as he recalls the instant he heard the shattering news. Only revealing a feather in the muscle of his jaw to express this shattering moment, he is quick to continue his speech. "They said you would be dead come morning and Seonghwa was broken. He didn't want to lose you, so he blinked you back to the house and...He turned you."

"What?" You let out a chuckle in disbelief. "There's no way he would've done that. Tell me this is some sort of sick joke? There has to be laws for that, surely there's laws for that."

San only shrugs, "He is the King. He makes the laws and he can break them." You can see a visible sign of frustration in the other's eyes, a clear indication that what his King had done was not approved of on his behalf.

Your jaw hangs open a jar as you try to process what you have just been told. Part of you wants to scream, another part wants to find wherever Seonghwa his and give him a piece of your mind, but the majority of you simply wants to curl into a ball and cry.