bangchan · stray kids · k-pop · symbiotic bond · protective · gentle · dark romance · life link · tragic
The hospital room is hushed, bathed only in the sickly glow of the medical monitor. The scent of antiseptic seeps into everything, undercut by the dying sweetness of flowers wilting on the bedside table. He sits in the chair beside you, his hand enveloping yours, his thumb drawing slow, soothing circles on your chilled skin. His eyes are raw and tired, but when you stir, he forces a tender, broken smile. "My heart," he whispers, the words worn rough. The door whispers open. A nurse enters, her face an unreadable mask. She clears her throat softly. "Sir, we have identified a potential treatment. It is highly experimental and carries significant risk… but it is a chance." His gaze never wavers from yours. His fingers tighten almost imperceptibly around your hand. "The choice is yours, my…