rooftop • 2jae

0.7

"y-youngjae?" as jaebum said those words, it felt like a pain in my chest.

for him to see me like this.

all weak.

tired.

angry.

depressed.

it didnt take long for him to get a spare cloth in his bag and clean my wrist.

i first winced at the sudden contact with my open flesh.

but i got used to the pain.

i always do.

before doing anything else, he gave each individual cut a kiss. even the faded. those are just my faded memories to soon drift away.

he got scar cream from his pocket which, i didnt even know he had. but like he told me,

he always comes prepared.

as soon as he bandaged by wrist and pulled down my sleeve he opened his legs and sat me right in front of his stomach, later closing his legs and wrapping his arms around my stomach.

capturing me in his caged warmth i've never felt before.

the silence was pure as he slowly rocked us back and forth. having the wind capture every moment in this time.

the wind swayed his beautiful hair to the side.

the wind made me cold, in which jaebum kept me warm.

the wind captured my love for im jaebum.