Rim Young felt strangely constricted, a heavy weight pressing against his chest and making every breath come a little harder than the last. Still half asleep, he instinctively lifted a hand, intending to push away whatever was weighing him down. Before he could, his eyes slowly fluttered open.
"...."
A head of soft silver hair rested against his chest. Well, not just his head. Wi Hajoon was lying completely on top of him, his body draped over Rim Young's as though he had decided this was the only comfortable place to sleep. They shared the narrow hospital bed, separated by nothing more than a single thin sheet covering them both.
Rim Young stared blankly at the ceiling for a long moment. Then, instead of pushing him away, he quietly settled back against the pillow. His hand naturally found its way to Wi Hajoon's face, his fingertips gently brushing over his cheek before absentmindedly caressing the soft skin with slow, careful strokes.
