IT HURTS TO BE NOTHING, IT'S WORSE TO BE SOMETHING ✷ CHAPTER ELEVEN:

                                      THERE WAS MORE of Suho in Yiseul's room than there was of her. For some strange reason she couldn't explain, it made her feel a little sad. She didn't know what it was like to have something entirely to herself—Suho, her mother—it felt like she had been sharing things her entire life. 

      Yiseul hadn't seen Suho in a week. (He owned her heart and she knew it.)

   His skin was warm as Yiseul had softly pulled away from him. She had dragged a hand down his arm and gently squeezed his hand when she had reached it. "You're okay?" she repeated again, softer, and it warmed his heart. 

     His guilt died down and Yiseul saw past the marks on his arm, his hands, his face. "I'm okay."

  Their eyes met in a blur. His cheeks were puffy, red. And his lips were wet. "I'm okay, Yiseul-ah," he repeated, voice firm.  

   She didn't think, didn't need too, only leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. It turned even redder. Suho leaned into her touch and his eyes fell shut. She was so soft, it made his heart ache and his stomach burn. 

   His eyes stung as she moved a stray hair out of his face. Stomach twisted as her fingers sketched patterns onto his bruised hands. Heart plunged as she smiled down at him. 

    And then Suho's blood-shot eyes opened. 

   It had been a week and Yiseul had not yet visited him. 

   He couldn't pretend like it didn't hurt, like it didn't make his heart drop and his eyes sting and his face twist into shapes so that the tears wouldn't fall and stain the blanket his grandmother had draped over him. "To keep out the cold", she had said, but it didn't stop Yiseul's face burning into his mind. 

   Warmth was an image. Warmth was a person. Warmth was Min Yiseul. And Warmth hadn't visited him yet. 

      It hurt to be nothing, but it hurt even more to mean something to Min Yiseul. 

   Suho knew that it was Yiseul who was responsible for the pounding in his head. Yiseul who caused the red flush to imprint onto his cheeks. Yiseul who his mind would find when he was twisted in silk sheets. 

   He winced in pain—he had been such a fool. Such. A. Fool. 

                            LONG AFTER THE sun had set in the west and subtle hues of orange and pink danced in the sky, Yiseul found herself besides Suho's hospital bed. He was asleep, and her breathing-rate had returned to normal and her legs no longer ached, nor did they feel like they were about to give out underneath her. 

     The gaunt-expression never left though, and she didn't miss the fleeting looks from Si-eun. He hadn't left Suho's side. Loyalty or guilt, Yiseul didn't care to ask.

     They were all responsible, and she knew she was overreacting. Suho was fine. Suho was alive. If not for the few scrapes dancing along his knuckles, the dried-blood collected on his bottom lip and the band-aid on his forehead, he was fine. 

      She watched him. Like he was a statue of great grace. Like he was the kingdom of all kingdom. Like he was hers. He could've made her come apart with a heart-melting smile. With a word. With his mouth. His lips. His silence.

     He was silent now. So silent. Too silent. There was not even a soft-snore, a beacon of life. But the machine beside him said otherwise. 

       "He'll be alright." Si-eun's hand was on her shoulder. Comforting. Soft. Gentle. Suho?

     Yiseul nodded. "Don't tell him I was here." 

      "But he's asked for you."

     A sigh. Then, "Suho asks for a lot of things, Si-eun."

       "Not as much as he asked for you." He retorted.

       "He'll live. He needs to learn."

         Si-eun scoffed. "Aren't you being a little too harsh?"

        She squeezed her temple. "You don't mess with dangerous people. Let alone dangerous rich people."

       "Aren't you being a little dramatic? It's over now."

         It was her turn to scoff. "It's only just beginning, Si-eun."

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author's note:
writing for the sake of writing? or writing bc it makes sense? u be the judge of that

tbh i've litro forgotten the whole plot of whc1 LOLL so pls lmk what happens after the hospi scence after they go to tht abandoned themepark thing cuz these last 2 chapters r the hospi scence. also do ik what's going on? no. i don't. like idk where this is going LOLL like yiseul babe it's never that deep... but it is what it is

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