Eunhae 16
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"Alright then," Dr. Kim interrupts, "It sounds like you're one or two of your ribs are broken, along with your leg, and you'll need stitches on your forehead." Dr. Kim says, and I groan as the thought of stitches runs through my head. Hyukjae hyung chukles and I shoot him a dirty look, to which he just sticks his tounge out to. Such an optimistic little man. I'm gonna kill him. I see Dr. Kim get a new needle from the drawer and walk towards me as Hyukjae hyung squeezes my hand again and I fall into blackness.
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When I wake up, I'm laying on a bed, and have Eunhyuk's casted arm over my waist, with Eunhyuk hyung himself laying beside me, his eyes closed and his breathing even. I lay there for a few seconds, watching his face while he sleeps, admiring the sexy cuteness.... and then I get bored. Slowly moving my arm up, I poke him in the cheek just as slowly, watching as Hyukjae hyung's nose scrunches up, his sleep slightly disturbed. I chuckle softly and poke him again, just for the hell of it. This time he makes a noise and opens his eyes, looking blearily over at me with an annoyed look on his face.
"Whaat?" He asks, dragging out the word tiredly. I chuckle again and smile a him. He gives out a half groan and carefully adjusts his casted arm on my waist, pulling me closer and burying his head sleepily in my shoulder, causing me to laugh out loud this time.
"I'm bored! Get up Hyukjae hyung!" I complain, smiling and laughing as I said it. I feel him puff up his cheeks and sigh, blowing the air out of his cheeks against my shoulder, my shirt going warm because of his breath. He slowly sits up and looks down at me, as I grin up at him from the bed.
"I'm still tired. You know, injured people are supposed to sleep more to heal faster." Hyukjae hyung complains, sighing and looking at the pillow longingly. I laugh, his adorableness making me smile and feel happy. My mind flashes to the promise I had made myself and why I had made it. My smile falters slightly, and I think Hyukjae hyung saw it, because he suddenly frowned and looked slightly worried.
"What's wrong? Are you in pain?" Hyukjae hyung asks, looking down at my leg, which was casted. I look down at my leg as well, The cast is a boring white colour, the first thing I do when I'm out of here is finding coloured markers. And then Heechul. Or maybe Heechul first, depends on which I come across I guess.
Hyukjae hyung snaps his fingers in front of my face and I look back up at him, broken out of my thoughts. I smile and shake my head in response to his question, before poking him again, wincing slightly as the stitches that, apparently, were in my chest stretched. Hyung frowns, catching the grimace on my face before I wiped it off and replaced it with the previous smile.
"Wanna rethink your answer?" Hyukjae hyung asks, his frown still in place. My smile slips off slightly as Hyung's angry image doesn't dissapate into happiness. I turn around as well as I can to hide the tears I feel welling at my eyes, unable to turn very much because of my cast. I hear the sheets shift and Hyukjae hyung's hand on my shoulder, tugging me lightly into a hug. I sink slowly into his embrace, sighing as I do so.
"Sorry, I'm just worried, I don't want you to be in pain." Hyukjae hyung mutters into my ear, running his uncasted hand (the one with the casted arm is wrapped, rather awkwardly, around my waist) through my hair. I close my eyes and turn my head slowly, facing his neck, relaxing completely against him as he slowly leans against the wall behind the bed.
"It's alright." I sleepily mutter back, before drifting back to sleep in Hyukjae hyung's arms.
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I'm sorry it's so short (and so late) my mom, sister and I are moving and I've not gotten around to it I know I'm lazy. It's fluffier than the last ones, I thought it was getting too serious.
"Alright then," Dr. Kim interrupts, "It sounds like you're one or two of your ribs are broken, along with your leg, and you'll need stitches on your forehead." Dr. Kim says, and I groan as the thought of stitches runs through my head. Hyukjae hyung chukles and I shoot him a dirty look, to which he just sticks his tounge out to. Such an optimistic little man. I'm gonna kill him. I see Dr. Kim get a new needle from the drawer and walk towards me as Hyukjae hyung squeezes my hand again and I fall into blackness.
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When I wake up, I'm laying on a bed, and have Eunhyuk's casted arm over my waist, with Eunhyuk hyung himself laying beside me, his eyes closed and his breathing even. I lay there for a few seconds, watching his face while he sleeps, admiring the sexy cuteness.... and then I get bored. Slowly moving my arm up, I poke him in the cheek just as slowly, watching as Hyukjae hyung's nose scrunches up, his sleep slightly disturbed. I chuckle softly and poke him again, just for the hell of it. This time he makes a noise and opens his eyes, looking blearily over at me with an annoyed look on his face.
"Whaat?" He asks, dragging out the word tiredly. I chuckle again and smile a him. He gives out a half groan and carefully adjusts his casted arm on my waist, pulling me closer and burying his head sleepily in my shoulder, causing me to laugh out loud this time.
"I'm bored! Get up Hyukjae hyung!" I complain, smiling and laughing as I said it. I feel him puff up his cheeks and sigh, blowing the air out of his cheeks against my shoulder, my shirt going warm because of his breath. He slowly sits up and looks down at me, as I grin up at him from the bed.
"I'm still tired. You know, injured people are supposed to sleep more to heal faster." Hyukjae hyung complains, sighing and looking at the pillow longingly. I laugh, his adorableness making me smile and feel happy. My mind flashes to the promise I had made myself and why I had made it. My smile falters slightly, and I think Hyukjae hyung saw it, because he suddenly frowned and looked slightly worried.
"What's wrong? Are you in pain?" Hyukjae hyung asks, looking down at my leg, which was casted. I look down at my leg as well, The cast is a boring white colour, the first thing I do when I'm out of here is finding coloured markers. And then Heechul. Or maybe Heechul first, depends on which I come across I guess.
Hyukjae hyung snaps his fingers in front of my face and I look back up at him, broken out of my thoughts. I smile and shake my head in response to his question, before poking him again, wincing slightly as the stitches that, apparently, were in my chest stretched. Hyung frowns, catching the grimace on my face before I wiped it off and replaced it with the previous smile.
"Wanna rethink your answer?" Hyukjae hyung asks, his frown still in place. My smile slips off slightly as Hyung's angry image doesn't dissapate into happiness. I turn around as well as I can to hide the tears I feel welling at my eyes, unable to turn very much because of my cast. I hear the sheets shift and Hyukjae hyung's hand on my shoulder, tugging me lightly into a hug. I sink slowly into his embrace, sighing as I do so.
"Sorry, I'm just worried, I don't want you to be in pain." Hyukjae hyung mutters into my ear, running his uncasted hand (the one with the casted arm is wrapped, rather awkwardly, around my waist) through my hair. I close my eyes and turn my head slowly, facing his neck, relaxing completely against him as he slowly leans against the wall behind the bed.
"It's alright." I sleepily mutter back, before drifting back to sleep in Hyukjae hyung's arms.
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I'm sorry it's so short (and so late) my mom, sister and I are moving and I've not gotten around to it I know I'm lazy. It's fluffier than the last ones, I thought it was getting too serious.