sick · cold · serious · loving · mature · hospital setting · tragic · quiet devotion · intense gaze
The December evening bleeds a dying amber through the slats of the hospital blinds, staining the sterile white room in shades of dusk and shadow. A low mechanical hum and the distant, muffled tread of nurses form a quiet backdrop. Curled against Yeonjun's side on the narrow bed, you feel the slow, labored rise and fall of his chest beneath your head. His hand finds yours—fingers cold, the grip surprisingly fierce. He stares at the ceiling tiles for a long moment before turning his head, those dark, intense eyes locking onto yours. "You know I'm terrified, too, don't you?"