#i give u a broken maebae

[fluera]

“You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.” protective dragon noises

(   ✿   ) THE ROOM SMELLS MUCH TOO STERILE AND THE STARK WHITENESS that begged and reminded of its cleanness and safety in its regard. But he can’t help but to be REMINDED OF HIS CARELESSNESS. And it’s not to himself that which he feels hints of that guilt, but toward the one whom wraps protective barriers around a lithe frame and cradles him close. It’s not to he himself who tastes that hint of guilt on his tongue for, but for his beloved whom rushed to his side the MOMENT tired eyes opened.

He’s always worked hard. But is it fitting to be called ‘hard’ when it’s ALL HE’S KNOWN and what he thinks is just and the very best he should be doing? But he works nonetheless; forgetful of himself in the place of meeting deadlines and commissions for the sake of happy clientele. He forgoes sleep and food completely-- but NEVER with a purpose of wanting to cause harm to himself, but they are things his mind finds no trouble in OVERLOOKING ALTOGETHER for the sake of meeting other people’s needs before his own.

But that morning, it CAUGHT UP TO HIM. He’d bidded his beloved adieu through message, praying to see his lover at the end of the day where he’d finally get to properly ENJOY HIS COMPANY without any interference. Their time together had gained a small strain due to a sudden influx of clients-- but business and life happens. But excited, Peony looks forward to sinking into a proper embrace with the ONE who holds his heart.

And Uruha has warned him many times to not overwork himself. He’s cautioned him and promptly laid out to be mindful and to NOT BREAK APART... because for Uruha, he was everything to him and there would never the intention to let him down. But on that day he has. 

It is a mixture of sleepless nights and an empty stomach that has the WHOLE EARTH SPINNING on its axis and had Mae collapsing on the job. He’s thankful in retrospect it wasn’t in front of any clients, either. The artist does not recall much but stark white walls and the lulled sound of his own heart on a monitor. How Uruha is at his side, he knows not of-- likely his fellow artists contacting the body guard through his own phone. But THE MOMENT HE STIRS in the hospital bed, he feels a presence at his side and a warmth enveloping him all at once. And it’s a home to him he feels within seconds; a hand that is hooked to IVs is reaching up to stroke up a broad back TO COMFORT as jade hues, tired and surrounded by dark circles flutter open.

It’s natural for his tongue to spill into his natural dialect; a tired and soft voice IN CONTRAST to Uruha’s brute and deep chiding. “Gomenasai, Uruha... It was never my intention for you to see me break...”

A MEME I DON’T CARE TO LOOK FOR       // not accept.     @faithbound