#{ ' also they make me so sad and rhgierhgirg hwelp ;A; }

[ichoriism]

@nouvelis​​ ignited: [ guard ] / [ shield ] for sj/noah [ 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 ] My muse sits by your muse’s bedside while they are sick/hurt  [ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 ] My muse steps protectively in front of yours

– happy endings do not start with the wrong choices. kisses that start with certainties are kisses that carry doubts. seojung walking away that day still means he decided to not fight for what they had —that he chose what he knew over everything the heart noah had offered him with both hands.

   so he doesn’t get why seojung is the first face he sees when he opens his eyes. morning light slips through the white curtains and spills a soft glow over all it touches. noah’s vision has its edges blurred and there are spots of dark marring his sight. he tries to move and finds it impossible. with a groan of pain, he falls back on the bed and eyelids fall shut. ❛ what are you doing here? ❜ he asks —or tries to, his throat is too dry and his voice is a rough mumble.

   seojung says things his mind can’t process and he’s not alone. the next time noah opens his eyes, he sees leah glowering at seojung, hands curled into angry fists. in spite of the pain, noah tries to get up, because that is the look she has when she is very close to punching someone in the face and seojung is standing in the middle, body shielding noah from his sister’s eyes. noah grimaces as he sits up on the bed and this catches the others’ attention. ❛ what happened? ❜ he asks, tension making things hurt in even more acute ways.

   noah counts two or three broken ribs, kicks and hits all over his legs, back, stomach and face, and there’s a sharp pain jolting his nerves awake from the left side. leah pushes seojung off the way and takes his hand. her brown eyes are wide, watery even as she bites on her bottom lip. noah tries to reach for her to hug her but she doesn’t allow him to. ❛ i almost lost you, ❜ she says, voice so soft it's about to break. ❛ i have to take you home— ❜

   seojung is suddenly on the other side of the bed. it’s only then that noah notices the puffed face and red eyes. that his ex-lover looks like the type of wreck noah has seen a handful of times. ❛ he needs medical attention, you can’t take him out of here and that is final. ❜ noah blinks, owlish, too stunned to see seojung standing up like this to leah, of all people. 

   but there are more pressing things, noah thinks, ignoring the fluttering running inside his chest. he squeezes leah’s hand, bringing her attention away from her murderous thoughts involving one pak seojung. ❛ it’s okay, i am okay. and i think you have to take care of some unfinished business anyway. you can come back to get me once that’s sorted out, i won’t go anywhere. ❜ he gives her a pointed look but it ends up softening once she accepts his will. still, she glances back at seojung and noah tightens his hold over her hand one more time. it’s not necessary to say anything else. she understands because it is a twin thing.

   the moment she leaves, noah lets out a sigh and looks at his hands. there’s an i.v. attached to a vein in his wrist and the pulse monitor's sound is the only thing breaking the silence that stretches, insidious, between them. it means he was pretty bad because slayers don’t bruise easily and they heal fast. noah remembers bits and he knows he is the one to blame. 

   ❛ you can leave, ❜ noah speaks at last, the words as hard as they were the last time they talked. they scratch at his throat, take his breath away, make his chest tighten. happy endings are not the result of lies and deception. it doesn’t matter how much he wishes they did, they won’t. ❛ i’m sorry i somehow got you involved in this. i don’t remember much. but i guess this hospital room came from your pocket? ❜ it is hard to remain nonchalant when all he wants is to look at seojung and commit his face to memory again —realize he hasn’t forgotten a single detail. ❛ i will pay you back. leave before you raise any suspicions. ❜

   happy endings do not follow after people who do not stay true to themselves. they do not follow people who do not know how to be real. noah licks his lips, finding them dry. ❛ by the way, ❜ he rushes to say and it hurts, it hurts. he looks up until he finds seojung’s handsome face. ❛ i… i don’t hate you. ❜

#● → 𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 ● sʜɪᴍ ɴᴏᴀʜ #● → 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝑜𝒷𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 ← ● #nouvelis #{ ' asdasda i added a line for seojung to fit the theme haha—!! i hope it's okay ;^; } #{ ' also they make me so sad and rhgierhgirg hwelp ;A; }