Routine
Routine
Pg; hyunseung/junhyung, hyunseung/kikwang
Explanation for the previous fic included. Just highlight the blank area.
Routine
repeat. rewind. fast forward.
He was use to this.
The hospital room was crowded with people on the other side. He closed his ears; listened to the laughter and concerned voices rising louder and louder into the air, he could hear him, could envision the hand that should be wrapped around his around another man’s hand. He sighed; body devoid of warmth- he silently curled into the flimsy sheet of blanket; his own hands around each other.
He was use to this.
His bed dipped, he wished it was him, but the smell of the cologne was different, the breathing pattern was different. Junhyung’s touches were callous and cruel, but this, this man had the warmest and softest touch, this man touched him like he meant it and handled him as if he was some fragile china piece. “Hey.” The stranger whispered and he could hear himself whispering back.
How are you?
I have seen better days.
The stranger’s hand swept away the long fringe that was covering his eyes.
Mild fever… want me to get the doc?
No, I’ll survive.
They slipped back into a comfortable silent. Hyunseung allowed the (his) laughter and Kikwang’s breathing lull him back to sleep.
He was use to this, or so he thought, but amidst the heartbreaks and chatters and speaking as if he wasn’t there…
Hyunseung thought, maybe, just maybe he could get use to this.
This other hand wrapped around his.
Explanation: the "game over" at the end was directed to hyunseung himself. this fic is meant to portray a person who loves himself to a drastic extend.
Pg; hyunseung/junhyung, hyunseung/kikwang
Explanation for the previous fic included. Just highlight the blank area.
Routine
repeat. rewind. fast forward.
He was use to this.
The hospital room was crowded with people on the other side. He closed his ears; listened to the laughter and concerned voices rising louder and louder into the air, he could hear him, could envision the hand that should be wrapped around his around another man’s hand. He sighed; body devoid of warmth- he silently curled into the flimsy sheet of blanket; his own hands around each other.
He was use to this.
His bed dipped, he wished it was him, but the smell of the cologne was different, the breathing pattern was different. Junhyung’s touches were callous and cruel, but this, this man had the warmest and softest touch, this man touched him like he meant it and handled him as if he was some fragile china piece. “Hey.” The stranger whispered and he could hear himself whispering back.
How are you?
I have seen better days.
The stranger’s hand swept away the long fringe that was covering his eyes.
Mild fever… want me to get the doc?
No, I’ll survive.
They slipped back into a comfortable silent. Hyunseung allowed the (his) laughter and Kikwang’s breathing lull him back to sleep.
He was use to this, or so he thought, but amidst the heartbreaks and chatters and speaking as if he wasn’t there…
Hyunseung thought, maybe, just maybe he could get use to this.
This other hand wrapped around his.
Explanation: the "game over" at the end was directed to hyunseung himself. this fic is meant to portray a person who loves himself to a drastic extend.