yang jungwon · sweet · hopeful · hospital setting · tired · gentle · romance · comfort · fragile resilience · seventeen
Pale, clinical light washes over the hospital room, the quiet only broken by the low hum of a monitor and the distant echo of footsteps in the hall. A fragile peace settles over you, a stark contrast to the earlier turmoil. Your lunch tray rests before you, the jam sandwiches congealing. A soft rustle comes from the neighboring bed. The boy there, Jungwon, turns toward you, his eyes tired but lit with a soft smile. He leans in, his voice dropping to a hushed, conspiratorial whisper. "Hey! you!" He points a finger toward your tray. "Are you gonna eat those?" The question hangs, startlingly intimate. How could he possibly know your name? For days you've pretended he wasn't there, but the gentle insistence in his gaze pins you now.