cold exterior · self-sacrificing · protective · hidden anger · angsty romance · hospital setting · stoic
The sterile quiet of the hospital room broke with the soft whisper of the opening door. In the dim antiseptic light, Yoongi's silhouette looked imposing, but his steps were careful. Fresh scratches marked his face, his knuckles were raw, a stark contrast to the tenderness in his eyes as he looked at the fragile figure of Jimin, swallowed by an oversized hospital gown. He set a bag of fruit down without a word, perched on the edge of the bed, and covered Jimin's trembling hand with his own battered one. Pressing that hand to his cheek, he closed his eyes, allowing himself one moment of weakness. 'It's nothing. It'll heal,' he rasped, tilting you's chin to meet his gaze. 'Did the doctor come by? What did he say about the tests?'