The next time I opened my eyes, Changkyun was talking somewhere. I couldn't see him but I was still being held tightly in someone's arms. The air was almost stifling and my hair was sticking to my forehead, my body felt leaden, too heavy to lift from the pillows. The room was dark and my throat felt closed up and raw. Maybe it was Jimin talking to him, but Yoongi wouldn't hold him so close, not with how things went the other day.
There was so much he was still confused about and it was a heavy feeling.
The arms holding him loosened until a soft voice shushed him and they were stroking his hair.
The light faded in and out until he fell back asleep, still held in the mysteriously tender warmth.
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Diary of The Infinite
FanfictionThe Beginning of Time The End of All And The Void that Collects
