Your Perspective

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I stare at his face. I stare at his wounds I try and mend, with bandages and shaking hands. I care for him as lies asleep on my bed.

I take care of Jin. My body in a sitting position next to him. My eyes water but more importantly, they water from joy of him being alive.

I care for him.
I stare at him.
I reflect on what happened, what I've learned of this night.

Tea is downstairs. Tea is with Duke, she's taken my spot and held a deal without me knowing—she beat me at my own game of lies. She's in his room, moaning and giving her—like a mother, she stays protecting me. Today, what she did, it surprises me but I sadly understand.

Cya, Cya helped Jin to my room. She helped me while Duke smiled, mumbled about not needing me no more, as he shut the door behind me. I remember almost dropping an unconscious Jin from my hands when he had done so.

Cya held no expressions.
She softly apologized, whispered that I "should care for him" and walked away.
I saw the way her hips swayed less as she exited.

Now, alone with the man, the idol, the human, close to two hours pass of me soothing him, wishing for him to wake.

He wakes for a moment, sees me instantly calling his name with softness.

He does this twice.

Each time, he smiles when seeing me, then falls unconscious again.

His small smiles remain.
My heart flutters at the smiles only coming from my presence. He smiles when seeing me, feeling my hands on him, and my attention pouring for his care.

2 hours successfully pass.
I don't want him to sleep due to chances of a concussion.
I shake and rub the side of his arm, move the hair from his forehead, and grace his cheek with my thumb.

"Jin? Jin wake up."

I try this a few times.
—and enough times after, Jin wakes.

My eyes water, I breathily laugh. My hand leaves his arm, leaves his face. I put them on my bare thighs that escape from the holding of my dress.

Jin stares around the room, then he stares to me. He stares at me a long while. His eyes previously squinted, now open free. He sees me smiling over at him, the sadness that was once on his face merging to relief; he relaxes, smiling with tiny warmth.

"H-How..." Jin swallows, his voice cracking, "What happened?"

"Duke beat your ass." I reach over, bluntly speaking as I take medication ready for him to consume, and ice ready for his face that starts to swell. "Why would you do this to yourself?"

I help him sit up. Grunting, he lazily leans to the headboard, hands circling at his temples that he whines about. I feel a few tears leave me, loving to see him move as I bring my palms out: water and pain killers ready.

Jin takes it.
I watch him, worry seeping through the way I move his hair out of his eyes. He drinks the water slowly, peeking and catching glimpses of me touching him.

Jin's smiling tiredly into his glass. I freeze my hand by his hair when noticing it.

"Thank you." He gives me back the glass, I blush, nodding and taking it.

"Let me take you to the hospital."

Jin's brows furrow. "No, I'm fine I—"

"You could have a concussion, or some sort of internal bleeding?" My voice is panicked, "since you're awake, it'll be easier for me to take you. I-I'm sure Duke won't care since he's with Tea, I—"

Jin kisses me.
He kisses me gently, on the surface, and light. I can feel and taste his cut that I just newly dressed.

He cups my cheeks, my hands hesitantly go to rest on his arms that don't want to leave me. Breathing him in as he pulls away, the smile from Before comes again as he weakly grins, nuzzling his nose with mine.

"You aren't allowed to kiss me anymore." I'm stern, trying to hold my ground as I stare to his eyes.

Jin nods.
He kisses me again.

I kiss back, blinking slow when he pulls away and dashes to leave butterflies pecks to my forehead.

I sink into his touch.
I feel for his heart as my hand loosely leaves his arms, heads to rest over his shirt that is bloody.

The patterns of his chest match mine.

"You're an idiot."

He tries to kiss me again, I shift away. "Come," I say, not wanting to address anything other than his injuries, "Let me take you."

"I'm fine." His head sweeps to kiss me.

I sigh. "Jin stop. You're injured but that doesn't mean we're suddenly okay, I—"

"I'm sorry for what I said that night," Jin whispers, interrupting me. His hands leaves my cheeks, he stares at me dazed, "I was wrong for it...I didn't mean implying anything that negatively hurt you."

"But you did...you did hurt me."

"I'm sorry," Jin swallows hard, his eyes staring at my cheeks that once were damp because of him.

The tips of his thumb graze my face, near my jaw. I shiver under his touch, moving my hand gently to his fingers and bringing them away. I try to move but he holds me. He holds my hand.

"What I said was stupid, insensitive...I just—"

"Panicked?"

Jin nods. Nervous as ever, he is.

I listen to him.

"The truth is I love you, I love everything about you. What you are, what you do shouldn't matter to me as long as you're happy."

I stare at his eyes.

"What?" I whisper, eyes starting to sting again. I push it aside, wanting to smile but in shock for his words.

Jin chuckles. "I love you." He says my name softly, squeezing my hand, "I love you so much, and I can't go on living without you in my life at this point I—"

He grunts, cutting his words when I thrust forward. Jumping to him, I kiss him instantly. "Ow! Ow ow ow!" Jin laughs at my lips, moving in squirms from the hurts I accidentally cause. He holds my hips, rolling me more comfortably on his lap while sitting up.

I'm crying, I'm crying and kissing him after he adjusts. Jin chuckles deep into the kisses I give him.

"From this reaction..." he nuzzles his nose, smiling hugely when I pull away and hold his face, "I know you love me."

I sniffle, "Screw you."

"Hm, alright," he kisses me, his bruised hands moving to hold my thighs and move under my dress. "But I'd need a little help with that." His hands move to my underwear's lining, massaging the sweat at my skin.

I giggle, pull his hands away.

"Shut up, let's get you to a hospital."

Jin groans, whining and trying to kiss me again. "Tell me you love me first," he kisses my neck, I squirm and try to crawl off him.

For a man that who was literally almost beat to such a state, the strength he held when holding me on him made me gasp from surprise.

I dodge his lips when they come for me.

"Tell me."

"No," I giggle, whining and wanting to move off him.

Jin pouts, playful. "Tell me you love meee~" he tries to peck my lips again, I'm a ninja with my escapes.

"Noooo~" I laugh loudly when he's holding my hips down to him, starting to kiss my neck. I jolt.

There is a warmth to my heart that once hurt. The laughs he brings me, the smiles he brings me, I want to cry again because of them being genuine. He's real, he's here. He feels for me the same I feel him—we're impulsive, we're unpredictable, we're unstable.

In weird ways, we're bipolar, weird, not suitable for each other. We're what Facebook describes to be 'complicated' but I don't care for it. I don't care for any of the complexities other than the one that I want.

Him.
Jin.
Seok Jin.

"Tell me." He hums, kissing down my chest and making my body arch back on his lap.

Jin's knee moves up, catching my back from falling back from the shaking I do of laughter. I land to lean on his knee, having him burry his head completely into the middle of my heart as he kisses, licks, and sucks lightly—he hurts his mouth and cuts while making me giggle.

The fact that he's in pain but he does this so I giggle makes me smile. He makes me smile.

"Jin!" I gasp, trying to fix the straps of my dress from falling apart. I laugh, lean comfortably on his thigh and knee before shoving his shoulder back.

He pouts.

"Tell me you love me." He leans his head to my forehead.

"No." I tease, feeling his hands move the tears off my cheeks. He's smiling at the fact that I'm smiling.

"Say it."

"No."

"Tell me." He bravely tickles at my sides.

I'm jumping, threatening him with my eyes; my giggles ring his ears as I start to thrash with laughter in his hands.

"Ow!" Jin yells, laughing himself at the souring pains he fills with me on top of him.

"Sorry," I cover my mouth from giggling, eyes widening at me hurting him from the moves I do.

"Say it."

"I already did, I apologized." I'm grinning, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I massage the backs of his head with my fingers.

"That's not what I meant."

"I love you." I smile when he does, a tired glint to his eyes never ending.

"Again."

"I love you," I sigh, no longer smiling so largely.

"Again," Jin laughs, puckering his pained mouth to meet mine.

"I love you, Seok Jin."

"Again." He laughs, kissing my neck.

I purse my lips, whine with a muffle, and lightly shove his shoulder back.

"Hospital. Now."

"Oh come on, I'm fine."

"You need actual prescribed medicine." I scold.

"But you are my prescribed medicine," he cheekily coos, "you come with a price already?" Jin narrows his eyes, hand massaging my thighs.

My eyes narrow back. "Did you just make a joke about me being a prostitute?"

"Maybe."

"Jin!" I whine, wanting him away from me.

"What? I can't make jokes now? What is this?" He's offended that I'm offended. "If you don't love me for my jokes, then it isn't real love."

"But not prostitution jokes, please. You know how sensitive such a topic is for me—you almost lost me because you crossed a line earlier!" I wiggle, trying to move from him.

"Okay okay," he sighs, grabbing my thighs with a slap as he massages my skin, "I'm sorry...don't leave me, I need you as prescribed medicine."

I glare.

"Hey, give me a break. You aren't the cheapest of medicine!"

"Jin!"

"Alright, Alright, I'm sorry for being bitter." He looks at me, trying not to laugh.

"Bitter. Ha. Ha. So funny."

"I'm sorry, it's just been an event-pill day." Jin laughs at his pun.

I try not to smile at him laughing loudly. I narrow, examining the laugh and hearing how he sounds; I'm in awe.

"Not to ruin the vibe of these A+ jokes, but we've got to get a move on. I have to get you to the hospital, then come and deal with Tea and Duke. I can't have her stay with him. She doesn't deserve this."

Jin sighs, his laughter dimming slow. I narrow my eyes further. "Jin, again, let's try to be a little serious here."

"I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at Tea's situation I—"

"Then what are you laughing at?" I ask, sighing.

Jin snorts. His laughter rings loud in my ears again. "I can't get over my pill joke."