#hdxtaehyung

[hdxmina]

--ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪᴏᴛ || kma&&kth

The hospital was all too familiar- white washed walls, the smell of sterilization and the sickly undercurrent of sickness, the gleaming tile, the beep of machines and the thrum of nurses and doctors bustling hurriedly through the halls. She’d been stabilized in her condition for a long time, no more months and months of hospitalization, but the nature of an autoimmune disease meant every so often her body tried to destroy itself, which meant IVs and medicine and a few days with doctors rushing around her. She was a day or two from being released (again) when they wheeled him in. He had scrapes on his knees and what appeared to be a sling on his arm and pretty full lips. It wasn’t often someone her age showed up at the hospital, at least not at the bed beside her. And if they did, there was never a guarantee they’d be all that attractive, or friendly, or willing to chat up a lonely scrap of a girl. Still, it had to be worth a try, right? He was doped up on painkillers and had the dumbest smile that had ever been smiled on his face, but Mina couldn’t help finding it sort of endearing. She decided it was probably best to wait until it wore off to talk to him, having discovered in the past that having a conversation with someone taking serious painkillers was sort of as useful as trying to tell a cat what to do. A few hours later saw her bored as hell, visiting hours long passed and the lights dimmed, night having settled heavy around the hospital. But that didn’t make it any easier to fall back asleep, her sleep schedule totally fucked by her incarceration, by the drugs that had been pumped into her system. There was a slight groan as she pushed herself to her feet, finally freed of her IV and given the okay to wander around a little- she figured they knew they couldn’t stop her, these days. The sound of someone stirring startled her, had her glancing over to the bright eyed boy with a tentative grin. “Oh, hey. Sorry, did I wake you up? I was just getting fucking bored,” she admitted both brightly and bluntly, had never been great at holding her tongue.

[hdxpyo]

too short // Taehyung and Jihoon

With a yawn, he pulls himself up from the couch he’d been resting on for the past hour or so. His clothes should be done by now, right? If they weren’t, he could just hang around the laundromat for the time being. Locking up the house, he heads on his way with keys and phone in his pockets while he carries a basket to place his freshly dried clothes in.

One step inside had him smiling, he loved the smell of laundry detergent, it was soft, comforting, and extremely relaxing. His steps are slow yet light, a soft hum of content leaving him as he reaches the dryer he paid to use. Much to his surprise, his clothes really were done, but that just meant it was time for the hard part. Jihoon wasn’t as tall as some people, so he had to sort of jump up and balance himself on the edge of the dryer so that he could reach in and pull what he needed out without falling in.

Unfortunately for him, he over does it this time while reaching in for a sock and ends up losing balance, resulting in him being stuck in the dryer. He squirms in a poor attempt to get himself out, and though he was rather stunned and somewhat upset, he didn’t doubt that the sight from outside was humorous and he laughed, he had to make light of the situation and hope to every god there is that no one else had come in the laundromat and had seen him like this, the embarrassment would be too much to handle. 

Banging on the walls of the dryer with one hand to gain some sort of attention (though his legs sticking straight out would most likely be enough), he calls out, “…can someone please help me?” No longer squirming, he sighs, eventually giving up trying to get himself out and deciding to wait for help instead.