_{JUMIN HAN:}

          _{THE HOSPITAL. he can’t believe Luciel’s in a hospital, but then again–he’s surprised that he hadn’t landed there SOONER, what with his awful health habits, diets consisting of only Dr. Pepper, honey Buddha Chips, and a lack of sleep.} 

                 _{PATHETIC, at least on Jumin’s part.} 

        _{what kind of friend is he to let Luciel waste away like this? what kind of friend is he to not help a friend out? especially a friend as dear as Luciel–not 707, the notorious hacker, but Luciel: the boy Jumin met at church, so devout in his faith that Jumin never spoke a word against the religion; Luciel, the boy he had WELCOMED into his  ( at the time )  gracious, open heart; Luciel, the boy who was so full of life and faith and hope; Luciel, whom Jumin had met when they were just beginning to understand friendship and care, when their souls were full of playfulness and optimism, when the harshest the world had ever given them was a SCRAPE on the knee; Luciel, the man who worked hard and cared too much; who the world had decided to wrong continuously, despite the fact that Jumin didn’t know the details of these wrongdoings.} 

           _{Luciel, a man that Jumin should’ve noticed SOONER.}

                    _{slender fingers rap against the door, giving Luciel time to gather himself before he makes his way into his hospital room. words of kindness and encouragement should be on the tip of his tongue, but Jumin falters, unsure of its delivery. the words jumble in his mouth, and all he can really say is,}

        _{❛   this is why you don’t drink and eat JUNK FOOD all the time. you should take better care of yourself.   ❜}

         _{who is Jumin to lecture Seven when he’s never once made sure that Luciel was doing well, was eating right, was taking care of himself? he bites the inside of his cheek, closing the door behind him gently, staring at the ground, afraid to make eye contact.}

                _{PATHETIC, on Jumin’s part. SELFISH.}

               _{* @hckrgod ~}

_{oh did his head ache. a constant throb , a pulse that never seemed to stop. fingertips digging into the sides of his skull before the nurse finally allowed some sense of pain relief.     HE DIDN’T WANT IT.    this was punishment for the past right? he was in his hands being guided towards is fate. if this was it he would gladly accept that. but there he was attached to machines, you’d think he’d be happy. but the images of him bringing Saeran here …. the images of him still with him ———}

                        _{morphine     plunged into his system made it all drift away.      HE HATED IT.}

_{that wave of guilt only grew as his eyes squeezed shut. he was stupid to get himself into this situation and would prefer no one knowing, no one visiting.     HE DIDN’T WANT THEM TO CARE.    he didn’t want them to see him   WEAK. palms ran over face that was slowly regaining it’s colour. no longer darkened bags underneath his eyes, the fiery amber slowly returning to the bright tint they use to be a few weeks ago.    ( V would surely blame himself. ).   but he , and he himself alone pushed himself to this point. he wanted to know who   UNKNOWN   was and he wanted to strengthen the system and keep it protected he needed to. head dipping back to sink into a cotton feather fill lids fell closed as he drifted off once again.}

_{HOURS    passing he was woken by a knock. an irritated sound as he sat up ready to  snap  at which ever nurse stepped through that door.        ❛  damn it! I don’t need anymore ——— ! ah …. Jumin. ❜         NOT    what he was expecting, not at all. they knew, they knew …. and it angered him more. she told them didn’t she?}

_{he leaned to his side wincing at the ache his body shot through him. every nerve feeling of needle and fire,    STRESS SICKNESS      is what the doctor called it. too much stress causing his body to break down in order to regain itself. stupid if you asked him. getting on his glasses he blinked rapidly at the sudden lecture. he expected no less and even offered a warming smile.      ❛  technically ~ they said it was stress …. not my diet.    aish !  but you’re right , I should have asked Mary to bring me food. ❜}