Request for ohmyexooo! I hope I wrote it the way you like it. ;u; Please enjoy! |･ω･｀)
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The wind snapped your hair back behind your head as you barreled down the street on your bike. This was your favorite part of the ride home, it was the steepest slope you went down. You lift your feet off the pedals and swing them at your sides. Lucky for you, no one ever drove down the road ahead, so you could always keep riding down without a care in the world.
Headlights illuminate the road as you near it, but you were already going so fast that if you used the breaks your tires would snap. Panicking, you swerve your bike to the side just as the car comes into view, but instead of it going straight like you thought, it swerves around the corner and slams into you.
The pain hadn't registered in you yet as the driver stops his car and climbs out in a panic. As he rushes over, he blurs and the darkness creeps along your vision until you pass out.
You could taste the bitterness of sedatives in your mouth before you even fully awoke. Your eyelids felt heavy, like someone was sitting on them, and you forced them open. The bright light above you made you want to close them again, but you didn't because something else caught your eye.
A man was sitting in a chair near you, his seat pulled up close to the bed. He wore only a tank top and jeans, and he was sound asleep, his head bobbing occasionally with his arms were crossed. You had no idea who he was, but you didn't find his company unnerving.
Before you could decide whether to wake him up, you fall asleep again.
"Are you awake?" You stare at the ceiling blankly before realizing that someone was talking to you. You quickly look around for the source of the voice and find that man again, standing at the doorway. "Oh, thank goodness." He says, walking over.
He sits down in the chair by your bed and looks down at you worriedly. The corners of his mouth turn up slightly, even though he was frowning, and his eye lashes were long and pretty. You wondered if you were looking at your guardian angel or something. "Are you in pain?" He asks, then he looks angry with himself for asking such a stupid question, but waits for you to answer anyways.
"No." You say. Your voice sounded foreign, and for a moment you didn't recognize it. You look around. "Am I in the hospital?" You ask him, trying to sit up. He puts a hand on your back and helps you.
"Yeah." Is all he says. You look at your legs. They look weird underneath the blanket, and when you tried to look at them, he stops you. "What's your name?" He asks instead. You pause.
"_____." He smiles at you and you were left awe-struck because his smile only magnified how handsome he was. You can't help but fidget.
"My name is Kim Jongdae."
Jongdae came to visit you a lot, and you gradually got to know him really well, but when you asked why he visited you so much when you didn't know each other before he would change the subject and leave early. You had begun to wonder if he had something to do with your accident.
"Are you the one who found me?" You ask him three weeks later. He stiffens.
"At your accident?" You nod. "Yeah, why?" He didn't look like he wanted you to answer that.
"Do you know what happened?" For some reason, his eyes glisten and he looks away.
"That's in the past, _____." You give him a wry look.
"Jongdae, if you really don't want to tell me, I can always ask the doctor." You hadn't done it because you wanted HIM to tell you why you were here. You couldn't really remember, and when you had a vague image in your head, it was really fuzzy. He looks at you painfully.
"I--" He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "I hit you with my car." Your eyes widen in shock. He hit you? He was the reason why you were here? You realize that didn't bother you when he starts to cry. "I'm sorry," He says, his voice rough. He wipes his eyes with his sleeve. "I felt so horrible about it. I thought I had killed you."
He sits there quietly for a moment and you let him calm down. But the moment he starts talking again his voice cracks. "You were asleep for so long.." His eyes water and a tear falls down his cheek. You wipe it away. "And then, when you woke up, I was so relieved. I realized that I--" He stops again, his throat closing up and he presses his lips together. "I'm sorry..." His head leans against your shoulder as you hug him, sighing and rubbing his back soothingly.
"Don't feel bad about it," You tell him quietly. "I'm kind of glad you ran me over." You let out an airy chuckle. His eyes widen and he pulls back.
"What?" He looks puzzled. "How can you be happy about that?" Shyly, you look down and mess with his long fingers.
"Because I got to meet you." You smile at him when he doesn't respond. "You've become a really good friend to me, Jongdae. No one else has come to visit me, you know?" Another tears falls from his cheek and he rubs it away. "So don't feel bad about it, I don't mind, really."
He gives you a soft smile, his eyes still red from crying. "Thank you."
After you were released from the hospital and you could walk again, the first thing Jongdae did was take you out to celebrate. You were half expecting him to leave after confessing and you were glad when he didn't. He still felt bad about it, but he didn't feel weighed down by it anymore.
Months passed and the two of you had gotten to know each other fairly well- well enough to visit each others home's- and you had gradually gained a crush on your friend. It startled you when you realized it because it was in the middle of a conversation with him. You were having a casual hang out day and it hit you. You were in love with Kim Jongdae.
You expected this to change how you acted with him, but it only changed very little things. You made sure to dress up a little more on your days out, you chose certain perfumes you knew he liked.. little things like that.
Of course, you weren't the type of person to shy away from asking someone out, but the thought of Jongdae not being your friend even if he rejected you held you back. You didn't want to risk the friendship you had gained with him. He was the closest friend you've ever had, and you couldn't imagine a day without being with him, even if it meant just staying friends.
One day, when you came to visit him at his house, you had dressed a little differently. Instead of your casual clothes, you wore an elegant dress that wasn't too fancy or too underdone. You were nervous that he would call you out on it, but when he opened the door, he just complimented you.
"You look nice in that, _____." He says, smiling as you walk by. You thank him and walk into his living room. He comes in and plops on the couch next to you, his arm hanging over the side. "What are we watching today?" He asks you. You grin and hold up the movie you brought.
You push it in and halfway through it, you find yourself fidgeting. You were feeling really nervous, because when the movie started, Jongdae had scooted up next to you and put his arm around you. You didn't push him away, but you were shocked because he had never done it before. A comment in the movie made him laugh, and you feel the vibration of his chest under your shoulder.
You stopped fidgeting. If Jongdae was the one who came over and put his arm around you, then you should be fine doing the same. But you couldn't make yourself do it and instead lean into him, his chin resting atop your head. You watch the rest of the movie like that, and when it ends, you were feeling a little tired. His body was warm, and the heat radiated through your dress. It was soothing and you literally wanted to fall asleep right there, but he pipes up.
"How'd you like the movie?" He asks you, twisting to look you in the eye. He was smiling, and the corners of his mouth turned up cutely.
"I liked it a lot." You say, smiling back.
"Yeah right! I didn't hear one laugh from you." He teases.
"I just couldn't concentrate." You say, shaking your head. You blush when you realize what you meant. "I-I mean, I.." You internally groan. You were so busted.
He eyes you curiously, amused at your reaction. "You couldn't concentrate?" He asks, voice lowering an octave. It sounded deeper than it normally was, because his lips were close to your ear and he was mumbling now. His hand slides down your arm a little, his fingers leaving warm trails down your skin. "Was I that distracting?" You hold your breath.
"Jongdae, you're being self-centered." You say, trying to hide the embarrassment in your voice as you stop his hand, holding it in place. "You really think you could cloud my mind so much I can't watch a movie?" He grins.
"Of course I can, I'm Kim Jongdae!" He says, laughing loudly. He tightens his hug and pulls you closer to him. "And you're my sweet _____..." You blush at his affectionate actions and don't know how to react. "Thank you for coming over today." He says suddenly, but he doesn't let you go. You nod your head. "I wanted to say something to you.. for a while now."
Oh God, was this when he tells you that he knows you like him? And that he thinks it's kind of weird and this is his some screwed up way of saying you can't be friends anymore? You're thoughts come to a halt when Jongdae speaks again.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" He says it so quietly and unsure that you wondered if it was what he really asked, but there was no way you could have misheard him from this close. "I'm in love with you, _____." He continues when you don't answer right away. "I'm in love with the way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you move," His head turns and you feel his lips move against your hair. "I love everything about you, and I can honestly say that I am glad I hit you with my car."
You burst out laughing, not expecting him to say that, and he looks relieved when you smile at him. "I am so happy we can agree on that now, Jongdae." You say. "And yes, I will be your girlfriend." He looked so happy that moment that you laugh and he hugs you again, his arms wrapping around your waist this time.
"Thank you for being a part of my life." He says softly into your hair. You two stayed in that position for a long time, and you weren't sure if it was minutes or hours before you fall asleep in his embrace.
