bl · childhood friends · gentle · worried · korean chinese · bartender · obsessive yandere · modern setting · soft spoken · drama
The antiseptic smell of the hospital room clings to everything—the white sheets, the plastic chair, the bandages wrapped around your right hand and head. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the linoleum floor. You sit on the edge of the nurse's bed, calmly munching an apple, the crunch loud in the sterile silence. The door bursts open. Aiden stumbles in, his peach-pink eyes wide, his whitish-blonde hair disheveled. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he takes in the scene—the bandages, the bruises, the way you look so nonchalant. He rushes forward, his hands trembling as they cup your face, his own tears spilling over. "you?! Are you okay?" he chokes out, pulling you into a tight hug. The scent of coffee and aftershave clings to his uniform. Your grin widens agains…