yoonseok ; drabble
fluff, angst ; pg-13
wherein Hoseok’s life is saved.
Hoseok pulled his beanie to hug his ears before wrapping his arms around himself. The weather was horrendous—it was windy, and wet, and cold. The streets were packed with cars, honking and revving. It was the busiest cross junction in the city and the lights weren’t working. Hoseok felt the anger and disorientation of the drivers. The shivering boy needed to cross the road but he was feeling disheartened from the chaos and lack of opportunity to get to the other side. He was crammed in the midst of people having the same agenda as him.
He let out a long sigh when finally, he saw an opening to make a dash. It was a zebra crossing, for God’s sake, but the cars wouldn’t stop. Just as he stepped down from the sidewalk, he felt someone push him back forcefully. Hoseok didn’t have time to steady his feet as a crash echoed in his ears, and then distant screaming. His bewildered eyes tried to focus on the events before him as he pushed himself up from the ground.
A motorcyclist, racing away. A man, motionless on the road.
Hoseok scrambled towards the man, pulling him onto the sidewalk. People crowded around with chaotic blabbering but no one made an attempt to call for help. In shock, Hoseok could only hold onto the lifeless man as he felt blood. The moment pressed on before someone knelt beside him, maybe even screamed him, and then he was standing and getting into a taxi. The stranger’s bleeding head lay in his lap as the driver flew through the heavily congested streets.
Maybe it was minutes, maybe it was an hour, but Hoseok soon found himself sitting in an emergency waiting room. The bright lights woke him from his daze and he turned towards the man next to him.
“Your friend hit his head. They’ve patched him up but they said he won’t be awake anytime soon.” The taxi driver offered him a smile before standing up.
“Thank you,” Hoseok whispered although he neither knew the man nor the driver.
“Here is my number. Let me know when he wakes up. Until then, my taxi won’t drive itself.”
Hoseok seemed to have lost his sense of time. His hands were still cold, his mind still blank. He couldn’t fathom the sacrifice a stranger had just made for him, seeming to conclude that this was a dream because realistically, no one could be that selfless in this world. With a jerk, Hoseok focused on the figure suddenly standing in front of him.
“Hi,” the doctor said, “we thought your friend wouldn’t wake today. He’s in room 219. Straight down, to the left.”
“Thank you,” Hoseok said again. He contemplated how he would approach the man as he walked down the hall. What do you say to someone that just saved your life? The cold boy hesitantly walked into the open room.
On the bed, the stranger offered him a weak smile.
“You’re pretty dumb,” Hoseok blurted immediately. Well, he hadn’t expected his thoughts to flow out his mouth that easily.
“You are too, for trying to cross the road without looking.” When Hoseok replied with an open mouth and flushed face the stranger managed a soft chuckled. “I’m Yoongi.”
“Thank you, Yoongi,” Hoseok said hurriedly. “I’m Hoseok.”
