Youngjae opened his eyes and looked blearily in front of him. The metallic hood of the car felt cool and hot at the same time against his cheek. He felt pain, lots of pain everywhere on his body, though they were slowly dissolving away, hormones working fast to numb them. He blinked. He struggled to lift his head, feeling heavy like lead, to look down at his feet that were still inside the car over the dashboard. He was thrown out when the car hit the tree, body flying through the window and landing on the hood. The glass fragments of the broken window from the impact of his body shone like diamonds under the sun. He saw blood everywhere, and it was hard to believe they were his. He started to regret taking off his seat belts—and arguing with Daehyun, which had caused him to take off the belts in a moment of anger in the first place.

Daehyun. 

He could not even remember what they had argued about. Probably something petty, as always. His eyes moved slowly over to the driver's seat, lids feeling incredibly heavy. Daehyun’s head was hanging forward, unruly bangs shielding his face. He was unconscious.

If I'm awake, why isn't he? Youngjae started opening his mouth. Daehyun, wake up... However only a raspy croak left his lips. Youngjae blinked hard. He still couldn't move. His eyelids were getting heavier and it was getting harder to keep them open.

Wake up, Daehyun, please... Wake up.

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A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first fic on AFF...?? I haven't written in YEARS due to uni and I'm used to posting stuff on LJ. Took me a year to finish this (such a loser). And I sure didn't plan this to get so long (6k words whaaat). I need to get back to writing!