He's awake.
I was there
when he opened his soft eyes
and wrinkled his bean-like nose
and looked at me.
I saw relief
in those eyes
but I also saw pain.
I helped him sit up in the bed
my bed, I saw him realize
and I held the tea close to his lips.
"Just a sip,
Yoongi.
as much as you can."
His shaking hands lifted
and he tipped some of the hot liquid
down his throat.
After barely a sip,
he pushes it gently away
and I don't object.
I can never say no
to Min Yoongi.
"So many colors,"
he whispers.
"Where?"
I don't see them.
My room is quite drab.
"Everywhere."
Now it makes sense.
The hallucinations
from the fever.
I reach down
and take his clammy hand
in mine.
"I'm here.
I'm not going
anywhere."
He squeezes my hand weakly
and drifts to sleep
once more.
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arrows (yoonseok fanfiction)
RomanceI've killed so many times before so why is now any different?
