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IT WAS COLD, V could feel his breath vaporise in the air. V could barely see at this point. His injuries were so severe that there everything looked so, so fuzzy. He didn't think colours were even right to him. His walking cane struck the cane as he walked the streets; he had somewhere to be- Jumin had asked to meet him. Meeting Jumin made him nervous, he didn't want anyone to see him so vulnerable; yet he took some comfort that it was Jumin that he was seeing.
He stumbled, his foot accidentally hitting someone else's, V muttered a quiet apology and walked on but it surprised him when the stranger grabbed V by the shoulder.
"V." The person said.
And V knew who it was immediately; Jumin.
"Jumin?" V asked, wildly swinging his cane and Jumin quietly chuckled before turning V towards him. Through his limited vision he could see the fragments of his lifelong friends body. And even if he couldn't see, the scent of Jumin made V's heart beat wildly. "Jumin? Where are you going? I thought you-"
"I just went to go see something," Jumin cut in, "But what are you doing with the cane?"
Oh. V thought with a realisation. He hadn't told anyone of how his vision had worsened. He was embarrassed and even if it was Jumin Han seeing him it still made V feel so weak.
V smiled weakly, "I, uh-" The words wouldn't come out and V hated being like this. "My vision. It's um gone worse."
There was something sad about and Jumin must have noticed it. "You can't be walking around on your own if you're acting like your blind," Jumin's voice was hoarse and there was something tentative there. V felt Jumin gently pull on his cane and it felt like he was saying 'trust me'. V let go of the cane and he felt Jumin's hand slip onto his.
Something in V set loose. There was this animalistic obsession in him that yearned to be freed.
But V kept his feelings on a leash- he didn't want to lose this friendship, especially not when he had already lost one person from his twisted obsession. He felt Jumin slip his cane into his free hand but all he could do was focus on Jumin's hand. It was calloused yet soft. V felt like his heart was going to explode. He let out a soft breath.
Jumin guided him through the streets and V just knew he was in one of those worried states.
"You don't have to worry about me," V said quietly.
"I know that and these feelings are a waste but you're one of my only friends V, if something else happens to you I might lose someone I lo-" Jumin stuttered for a second. "Care about," He finished.
V was surprised; he hadn't expected something so sincere from Jumin. He wanted to tell Jumin that it was all okay and that everything would be fine. He didn't anyone that he loves to worry.
V had been in love with Jumin for a while now but Jumin was Jumin and V knew he didn't stand a chance. For all V knew was that Jumin didn't love anyone- at least not in the way that mattered to V.
Yet they were both walking there, hand in hand, and V couldn't help but feel that there was something romantic about it. And V wanted more and more. The things he wanted Jumin to do to him were untamed. He wanted to be used, he wanted to prove his love for Jumin.
And while he was thinking these things, Jumin was stood unaware of all V felt.
V stumbled, Jumin pulled his arm and moved to block V from falling but it was too late. V threw out an hand and wildly attempted to grab on to Jumin. He grabbed on too something hard but he hit the floor and V winced. He felt Jumin stiffen under his touch
