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oh, look...another one O.o;;
title: Fairy Tale in Bandages
pairing: EunHyuk x anyone
rating: PG
"Open your eyes"
You couldn't quite put a name to the voice, you were sure it was familiar but it wasn't yours, and you were sure that it was coming from inside you. And even though it was hard, you obeyed and pried apart your heavy eyelids, sight fuzzy. As you opened your eyes, your chest expanded and rose, filled with air, feeling as if it hadn't in years, and it hurt like never before. But soon enough, you forgot the pain when your sight cleared and you saw the face against yours, lips pressed against yours, noses against cheeks. You heard your named shouted and the mouth lifted from yours, but balled hands stayed on your heaving chest.
"What happened?" You groaned, and it was obvious that no one could understand what you asked. Your words were slurred and stuck together, and you knew it was smarter not to try to talk again. Your friends were crowded around you and one of them- you're not sure which- said an ambulance was on its way. You started to try to sit up but EunHyuk's hands, one still on your chest, kept you down.
He hadn't needed to hold you in place because the instant you tried to move, the front of your head felt like it was spinning with dizziness while the back throbbed in pain. You groaned again and EunHyuk told you not to move anymore. By then, you could feel the fresh blood matting in your hair. You looked worriedly up at EunHyuk, and he tried to smile reassuringly, but it hurt you how forced it was. To make up for it, he slipped one hand inside of yours and held on tightly. You tried to hang onto his, feeling it was the only connection you had to life, but you couldn't quite find the strength and it just hung limply between his strong fingers.
*
The ambulance finally came and even when you were being lifted off the cold, hard floor, he kept a strong clasp to your hand, comforting you more than he could imagine. The medics said there was only room for one of the eleven other boys to ride with you, and there wasn't time for even a single questioning glance to be thrown before EunHyuk pulled himself next to the stretcher, never loosening his grip with your fingers.
*
A small concussion; a small fracture; a good few stitches hidden under messy hair; droopy, blood-shot eyes and a stomach that would barely keep anything down was all you had to worry about, what a relief, right? The doctors said you'd be fine in time, and you only felt the least bit optimistic because he was still there holding your hand. You didn't care how long you had to stay in the hospital, you didn't care how hard this would be to hide from the fans, you didn't care that you still couldn't speak coherently when the doctors asked you simple questions, you didn't care how much the bills were, you just cared that he cared.
You cared so much that you made sure the first intelligible words you said, no matter who was in ear-shot, were, "I love you, EunHyuk." And, unsure if it was just the strong painkillers you were on, he just smiled and ran his thumb gently over your knuckles, leaving you to frown and close your eyes again.
*
You heard the voice again that night, whispering into your heart as you slept, "I couldn't let you leave me that easily."
The only clue you had to the voice's owner was a fleeting shadow in your dreams as you called "Who are you? Where are you?"
There was a cold pause, making you shiver for real, before you were answered. "Right here. Open your eyes."
Once again, you obey instantly, and in the dark hospital room, the first thing you see is EunHyuk's sleeping form, still holding your hand tightly. It comforts you to know he's still there, still holding your hand, still caring, snoring a little in his sleep slumped over in an uncomfortable hospital chair pulled close to your bed.
Who knew it'd be a lighthearted, carelessness-caused trip and a fracture that would put you two together, that would give you the opportunity to tell him how you felt and be able to guess his answer before he had to say it? It wasn't how you had planned it or dreamed it, but you'd take it anyway.
title: Fairy Tale in Bandages
pairing: EunHyuk x anyone
rating: PG
"Open your eyes"
You couldn't quite put a name to the voice, you were sure it was familiar but it wasn't yours, and you were sure that it was coming from inside you. And even though it was hard, you obeyed and pried apart your heavy eyelids, sight fuzzy. As you opened your eyes, your chest expanded and rose, filled with air, feeling as if it hadn't in years, and it hurt like never before. But soon enough, you forgot the pain when your sight cleared and you saw the face against yours, lips pressed against yours, noses against cheeks. You heard your named shouted and the mouth lifted from yours, but balled hands stayed on your heaving chest.
"What happened?" You groaned, and it was obvious that no one could understand what you asked. Your words were slurred and stuck together, and you knew it was smarter not to try to talk again. Your friends were crowded around you and one of them- you're not sure which- said an ambulance was on its way. You started to try to sit up but EunHyuk's hands, one still on your chest, kept you down.
He hadn't needed to hold you in place because the instant you tried to move, the front of your head felt like it was spinning with dizziness while the back throbbed in pain. You groaned again and EunHyuk told you not to move anymore. By then, you could feel the fresh blood matting in your hair. You looked worriedly up at EunHyuk, and he tried to smile reassuringly, but it hurt you how forced it was. To make up for it, he slipped one hand inside of yours and held on tightly. You tried to hang onto his, feeling it was the only connection you had to life, but you couldn't quite find the strength and it just hung limply between his strong fingers.
*
The ambulance finally came and even when you were being lifted off the cold, hard floor, he kept a strong clasp to your hand, comforting you more than he could imagine. The medics said there was only room for one of the eleven other boys to ride with you, and there wasn't time for even a single questioning glance to be thrown before EunHyuk pulled himself next to the stretcher, never loosening his grip with your fingers.
*
A small concussion; a small fracture; a good few stitches hidden under messy hair; droopy, blood-shot eyes and a stomach that would barely keep anything down was all you had to worry about, what a relief, right? The doctors said you'd be fine in time, and you only felt the least bit optimistic because he was still there holding your hand. You didn't care how long you had to stay in the hospital, you didn't care how hard this would be to hide from the fans, you didn't care that you still couldn't speak coherently when the doctors asked you simple questions, you didn't care how much the bills were, you just cared that he cared.
You cared so much that you made sure the first intelligible words you said, no matter who was in ear-shot, were, "I love you, EunHyuk." And, unsure if it was just the strong painkillers you were on, he just smiled and ran his thumb gently over your knuckles, leaving you to frown and close your eyes again.
*
You heard the voice again that night, whispering into your heart as you slept, "I couldn't let you leave me that easily."
The only clue you had to the voice's owner was a fleeting shadow in your dreams as you called "Who are you? Where are you?"
There was a cold pause, making you shiver for real, before you were answered. "Right here. Open your eyes."
Once again, you obey instantly, and in the dark hospital room, the first thing you see is EunHyuk's sleeping form, still holding your hand tightly. It comforts you to know he's still there, still holding your hand, still caring, snoring a little in his sleep slumped over in an uncomfortable hospital chair pulled close to your bed.
Who knew it'd be a lighthearted, carelessness-caused trip and a fracture that would put you two together, that would give you the opportunity to tell him how you felt and be able to guess his answer before he had to say it? It wasn't how you had planned it or dreamed it, but you'd take it anyway.