Jisoo woke to a silent room and a sigh left his lips; he had began to feel desperate, craving any kind of physical contact and skinship. He assumed it was a side affect after the surgery, but he still found it odd how he clutched the hospital pillow tight to his body, imagining someone cuddling him warmly.
His lips turned into a scowl as he looked down at the pathetic sight. His knuckles white from the violent grip, pillow wrinkled and a mess, stained with old, and new, tears.
However while he was so focused on his moment of self pity, he failed to notice the time, and that a whole 3 hours had gone by without sight of the youngest.
He also failed to notice, all of Chan's belongings were gone, and the bed made to perfection. The other half of the room was completely bare, and ready for a new patient to stay in.
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This trash took me like 10 minutes to write and ngl it was the first thing I've written in like 2 or 3 months so if you hate it that's why lol
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Dying Roses (ChanCheol, JiHan)
FanfictionHe watches as the flower's petals slip through his slim fingers and can't help but wonder, "Are these beautiful petals some sort of metaphor for my broken love?" (I wrote this in middle school so don't expect much)
