TARGET || HEEJAKE

Jake woke up with a heavy head and in twists and turns he saw his bed beside the balcony. Meaning he was on Heeseung's bed. Not that his time was the worst that this happened.

He stretched and sat plumply on the covers beneath him. Touched his head, feeling an occasional throb ringing his head, to find soft bandage tied round it. His heart jumped. Had someone attacked him? Had he been shot so close he bled? Was Jungwon behind all this? No. No. No. He was imagining things, and he was wrong. That was all that came to him. That he must be wrong about everything. He scratched the back of his neck where it itched.

Not until he tried to get off the sheets, he noticed Heeseung. His hands were folded on the bed on which he rested his head, feet folded on the floor. His eyes were closed and his lips parted. He breathed so softly, Jake would've thought he was dead, but he had known better. Heeseung was where his hips were, on the edge of his own bed, asleep or pretending to be so because Jake couldn't tell the difference.

He spotted a slice of red across his forefinger and didn't try to stop the urge in him to touch it. He did touch that finger but wondered still, how he would've ended up here, both of them. He brushed his thumb across his fingers, then his shoulders, hunched up against his ears. And he didn't stop there. He didn't want to stop there. So he let his hand go to his ear, run his fingers along his earlobe, then drop to his cheeks. They were warm and soft and he could hold them all day. He brushed the back of his fingers against the soft of his face and flicked away some strands of hair.

What are you doing? Nothing. He didn't move his hands. Heeseung's eyes moved and opened slowly, under the silver of his hair, giving way to the beautiful brown orbs that Jake locked in his. They stayed like that until Heeseung's drowsiness started to wear off and Jake went on foot.

But as soon as his feet hit the ground, a sharp pain shot up his right leg and he dumped himself back on the bed. He held his thigh in both hands while gritting his teeth trying to hold in the scream.

Immediately, Heeseung sprang up and his hands hovered on the thigh Jake was clutching. His gaze shifted to Heeseung's and his eyes gave away the pain, creased at the edges. But he could keep in check, something that Heeseung didn't know. He still wondered what he must have done to put him in this situation, as much as he wondered why the boy in front of him was so worried. His heart leapt a few beats on realization, that he liked when Heeseung cared for him. When he worried about him.

"Don't move." He rested a hand softly on his thigh and Jake blushed. He fucking blushed. This is why you're nothing but a useless piece of scrap now.

"Why- How did this happen?" His question earned nothing but a very surprised glance from Heeseung, while he tried to calm the pain down.

"You really don't remember?" It felt like an accusation, and Jake flinched. Too many emotions. He shook his head and the other sighed.

He looked at the pillow where a spot of red had appeared. He touched his throbbing head again and his fingers contained the lightest tinge of red when he withdrew them. Heeseung didn't take a moment to waste before he presented a shoebox. Which turned out to contain first aid. At this, Jake felt laughter bubbling in him. But all that came out was a tight lipped smile.

"Sit straight. Don't move." Heeseung said sternly while fixing Jake's slouched shoulders.

He raised a small, shiny scissors to his bandaged head and pushed the tip of it under the dressing, slowly cutting the cloth down. Jake flinched when the cold metal glided across his skin and tried to think of better things, which weren't even there to start with.