Teach me

The present

Time went by.
Seokjin kept on smiling tirely everyday and crying every night over Yeeun's death.
Namjoon kept on visiting.
He once even brought a bouquet.

"It will brigh up the room!" he said excitingly, placing it in a vase next to Seokjin's bed.

Seokjin refused to throw them away until the got so wilted, they took the same color of Namjoon's eyes. Dark brown.

From now and then, Namjoon brought a bouquet every day, and Seokjin looked even more enlightened every time he did.

One month passed, and Seokjin was now able to walk without any help at all. Namjoon had never looked that proud before. The two men were now able to walk around the hospital, eat lunch at the cafeteria and even go out at the garden.

Seokjin had lost a lot of weight during his stay, mostly because he refused to eat anything at all, but he now had some kind of appetite, and with Namjoon's daily pressure, he managed to eat a whole meal a day.

He also got very pale while hospitalized, which was unfortunate, as Namjoon was quite swarthy, and next to him, the sight was comical.

But he didn't matter. He was just happy to have someone by his side, and even happier that someone was Namjoon.

One afternoon, while they were out, in the hospital garden and enjoyed some fresh air, Namjoon turned to Seokjin and asked:

"So, Jin, do you have a family?"

Seokjin looked surprised "How come you ask that now?"

"I don't know, I just thought about it. I am the only one that has visited you all this time, after all."

"Well.." Seokjin said, slouching "I do have a brother, we are just not in really good terms, that's all."

"Oh, I get it." Namjoon said, shifting his weight from one leg to another.

Seokjin looked deep in thought for a minute.

"Namjoon"
"Yeah?"
"Can I give you my number?"

...

"What-"
"Look, I am getting better and better every day, so I will probably go home, at some point. And I don't want to lose touch with you! I mean, during this- all this time I loved being around you, and now, considering that I have no one anymore except you, I don't want to even think about losing you. So I thought that, you know, I could give you my number, and you could give me yours, and we would still talk.
Right?"

Namjoon gazed into Seokjin's worried eyes. He got lost into them for a split second, and then noticed how anxious he looked, impatiently waiting for his response.

"Hey, don't be so stressed , it's not a good look on you!" Namjoon said laughing, trying to cheer him up.
"I would love to give you my number, Jin."

His reassurance smile made Seokjin's heart feel warm. He wanted to hold his hand tightly, hug him, thank him, say how much his existence meant to him, tell him how he awaited daily for his arrival, in order to forget his misery and get his old, cheerful self back, remind him that his company was the only thing that kept him going.
He didn't. But he really wanted to.

While Seokjin was lost in his mind, Namjoon searched in his inside pocket and found a pen. He grabbed Seokjin's hand and wrote down his number to his palm. Then offered the pen to Seokjin.

Seokjin took the pen and wrote his number as well. The numbers looked a little smudged, cause Seokjin's left hand was broken, and he was forced to write with his right arm, but they looked readable enough.

Namjoon glanced at Seokjin's side profile, while he was writing. The soon disappeared sun lighted his face gracefully, highlighting every detail of his perfect face and making his brown eyes look like honey.
God damn he was beautiful.
So beautiful.

Maybe a little to beautiful for Namjoon's own good.