BOSOM. |Bang Chan

Thirty Three.

Chan felt ultimately peaceful.

He was sitting in his bed as he's been doing since he woke up. His fingers were laced in Alana's extremely dark hair as he ran those fingers through it over and over again. The poor girl came rushing to him right after her shift ended. Although he could see how tired she looked, he couldn't let her go home. He barely could stand the hours she would spend down there in one of the departments of this hospital.

That was how Alana ended up sitting at her armchair by his bed, resting her heavy head on her propped palm as they did nothing or say anything but just enjoyed each other's existence. Alana soon was dozing off, her head slipping every now and then. At last, she couldn't hold the weight of it and her head dropped to Chan's thigh. Chan couldn't help but giggle at her cuteness. His hand moved on its own and started fiddling with her soft hair while humming a random melody as if he was lulling her.

Just as she used to do whenever he was irritated during his hibernation.

It was almost a month since he woke up. It was still hard for him but he wasn't giving up. He was still confused about his surroundings. The world was way different from how it used to be before he falls into hibernation. It wasn't normal or anything back then, but it was more tamed. In his eyes, it looked like all of those odds and abnormalities were always there but were unseen or somehow under control. Then something happened, that day, letting all of that transcendence get free. Get unleashed.

Chan's peacefulness was cut when a random thought crossed his mind. He was progressing just fine with his rehabilitation and physical therapy that he might get discharged soon. The thought brought restlessness to his heart. For one, he didn't want to be sent away from Alana. She was always around him in the hospital even if she was working somewhere else, and her apartment was literally across the street which made her only five minutes away from where he was sleeping at night. For two, discharging means he would have to go back to his parents.

Chan was asked about a family member or someone they should contact once he woke up. The boy was reluctant but eventually, he gave them the contact of his parents who came rushing to the hospital. For nine years, those parents didn't know where their precious kid was. They didn't know if he was alive or not. They never knew he was hibernated. They even thought he ran away from them and cut connections because of how they sometimes might be controlling. Guilt ate them up for nine years. They couldn't believe it when they received the call. They couldn't believe even when they saw him sitting on his bed, looking back at them

His mother insisted that he would be brought home or at least transferred to a nearby hospital. To Chan's relief, his supervising doctor, Dr. Kim, strongly opposed it as he believed Chan had to be under their supervision till he recovers fully. Chan was never that thankful to the man before.

Chan sighed as he looked down at Alana who was still in her deep sleep. A smile crept to his face again when she stirred a little, making her hair falls back and leaving her mark on the show. That mark was Chan's obsession lately. He loved seeing it more than he should. A strange pride will always fill his chest when glimpsed it. His fingers, which were still playing with her hair, moved to her neck. His fingertips lightly brushed against the endings of the mark, earning a soft hum from the sleeping Alana.

The more he caressed it, the more he felt ticklish in his own mark. It was as if he was teasing himself instead of the sleeping girl. He wasn't planning to stop anytime soon if it wasn't for the soft knock on the door. He pulled his hand away as the door creaked open and someone poked his head in. Once Chan noticed who the guest was, his face dropped and his hand moved back to Alana's head, resting on the back of it protectively.

"Hi there." The guest said as he stepped in and closed the door behind him. "I was looking for her and sure she's here." He smiled warmly as his eyes fell on the sleeping Alana before they move back to Chan who had firing eyes at him. "I'm Minho, by the way." Minho said, extending a hand to Chan that he didn't take.

"So?" Chan replied dryly. He could remember the boy. He saw him hanging around Alana many times when he woke up. He disappeared for some time but there he was again.

"Chill, feisty." Minho chuckled. "I'm not a threat to you."

"Whatever." Chan rolled his eyes. "Why were you looking for my Alana?" Chan stressed his words as if he wanted him to know who she does belong to.

Minho couldn't hold his smirk. "Getting possessive already? Take it easy, man. Or the bond will get you crazy." Minho retreated to lean against the wall and cross his arms. "Don't worry. I'm no threat as I said. I'm just a friend of hers. I was in Japan for work and just came back. I wanted to check on her.. and you, honestly."

"Me? Why?" Chan scrunched his face.

"I don't know." Minho shrugged. "It might sound weird but I've known you for nine years now. I feel like you are a friend already, even if you don't know me."

"Wait a second!" Chan's eyes widened. "Now you sound extremely familiar!"

Minho chuckled. "Dude! I've spent nights by your side, ranting nonsense about me and my soulmat-"

"Rona!" Chan cut Minho's words. Both of them were looking at each other with wide eyes. "You are Minho, Rona's soulmate!"