She can’t help but smile and blush at how much he believed in her. He always did, didn’t he? Since the beginning? The only other people she could think of that did that were her late father and late best friend. She found herself clinging even more to his hand, a wave of fear suddenly rushing over her. Both people that believed in her unconditionally had died, and V almost did, too. This HAD to be a second chance for both of them. She wouldn’t let him down like she did the others.
His questions bring her back, trying to steady her heart rate from the small scare she had given herself. “They’re doing….as best as they can. Jaehee is still working like she usually does….you know her. She doesn’t think she can afford to linger on things like that when there’s work to be done. Yoosung is…..well…” She bit her lower lip. “He’s taking it the hardest. He was the one most attached to all of you, I think. You, Rika, Seven….it’s a lot for him to take in, especially now that he knows the truth.” Neff sighs, and it’s easy to tell things are harder on her than she’d like to admit. “But he’ll be okay. Seven’s been out and talking with him so it helps them both. I think at least with his best friend out and about they can both get back on track.”
With a deep breath she pats the side of his leg, a signal she usually gave to tell him to scoot over. She sits up on the hospital bed, swinging her legs up enough to be sitting up next to him, but also with her shoes on the side as to not make a dirty mess. Still holding his hand, she flicks on the tv.
“I’ll be sure to tell everyone you say hello. And who knows….maybe they’ll stop by and say hello themselves. Now…is there anything you fancy on listening to? We could have some background music, a drama, whatever you’re in the mood for!”
His brow furrows as he listens to her talking about Yoosung. It was no secret that the youngest RFA member was having it hard enough, even before the truth came out. His constant allegations of hating V made it evident, and while V had never really been okay with it, there was not a lot he could do. “I hope I can talk with him soon myself... I have a lot of things to explain to him, now that I don’t have anything to hide.”
The brief drop in her tune doesn’t go unnoticed, and the way her sigh sounds confirms his suspicions. Maybe he’d have realized sooner if he were able to see her... But regardless, he gives her hand another soft squeeze, a reassuring one, and his voice is softer than ever next time he speaks. “And how have you been doing? You always come and take care of me... I’m sure you’ve been taking care of the others too... But are you taking care of yourself, Neff? I know this situation is hard... It’s probably a load on your shoulders, isn’t it? But you can talk to me. I’d be more than happy to listen.”
He scoots to the side when she pats his leg, leaning on her as soon as she’s sitting next to him. “Maybe we can watch a comedy... I feel like we both might use a lifter.”
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