Seungkwan blinked his eyes open. It felt like déjà vu all over again. Light flashing overhead, a sight of honey brown hair and a pair of worried eyes greeted his line of vision.

"Hey," he whispered weakly, voice weak and tired. He didn't expect to be breathing again if he were to be honest. As he said to Vernon once, he could die anytime. As much as he was an optimist, he was still human that feared death.

"Hey, you're okay now," Vernon whispered back, a rare smile on his face. Seungkwan tried smiling back, forced to push his muscle to move.

Vernon seemed to notice his discomfort and told him to rest, to not move as much. He still needed a lot of time to recover.

He breathed out, barely noticing Vernon's larger hand was covering his own. His palm was rough and calloused but his touch was gentle. Seungkwan closed his eyes, eyes welling up in tears.

What did I ever do to deserve a second chance in living? 

What did I do to deserve you?

Seungkwan skipped to the mini library that he had discovered over a month ago. Truthfully he wasn't really there for the books although it was his initial intention, as something else caught his eyes after a few visits.

Or rather, someone else.

A boy with honey hair and dreamy eyes fits the bill rather well.

Seungkwan didn't know what exactly is about the particular boy that pulls him in. He's quite a visual, he admits. But that wasn't