Sungmin slept soundly for the first time in ages. There were no dreams or nightmares, there was no niggling feeling in the back of his mind that kept him alert and partially awake at all times; there was only a white silence. For the first time in a long time, Sungmin was at ease and could finally indulge in a deep, restful slumber.   - - -   Jongwoon gently pulled away from Sungmin's embrace, he was confused. He was already unusually attached and inspired by the stranger, but to fall into bed so easily with someone who's last name he didn't even know was not something that Jongwoon would ever do. He watched the even rise and fall of Sungmin's chest as he slept soundly and wondered if he had been hearing things as he was drifting off from exhaustion. He toyed with a frayed end of the bandages that he had wrapped around Sungmin's chest the night before and made a mental note to prepare some fresh ones before he headed off to the shower, he could think about everything else later. He slipped out of bed as silently as he could and tucked Sungmin in with the bedsheets.    - - -   Sungmin was somewhat disappointed to wake up in an empty bed. He had remembered falling asleep while pressed against a nice, warm body, but it could have just been an illusion - a trick created by his mind. Soft footsteps padded beside the bed and Sungmin sprung up in full alert, ready to knock down the stranger behind him; but he doubled over when sharp pains began shooting through his sides, he had forgotten about his injured ribcage. A husky voice and warm breath cooed into his ear as a soft hand rubbed down his back, he found solace in a warm embrace and dark obsidian eyes. Sungmin smiled briefly, it wasn't a dream, it was Jongwoon.    Jongwoon's hair was still damp from the shower and he smelled like sweet citrus fruits and sunshine. Sungmin flicked his tongue over his lips as he entertained the thought of Jongwoon's golden skin to confirm if he tasted as delectable as he smelled. Jongwoon helped prop Sungmin up against some pillows and reached for a glass of water, his button-up shirt shifted open to reveal a sharp collarbone and a purple bruise on the side of his neck. Sungmin grinned to himself, that love bite was a mark that he had left on the photographer's body and Sungmin wanted to leave many more marks, literally and figuratively speaking.    Jongwoon offered Sungmin some pain killers and began unwrapping the bandages on Sungmin's chest. “My friend is an intern at the city hospital, he said that your ribs weren't broken, but they're definitely cracked so you should try not to move so much.” Jongwoon's face flushed a bright red as he finished his sentence, their little escapade was definitely detrimental to Sungmin's healing process.   Sungmin hummed in affirmation as Jongwoon wrapped him back up with fresh bandages and smirked as the photographer avoided his gaze.    “Something wrong, Jongwoon-ssi?” Sungmin asked with a teasing tone of voice.   Jongwoon coughed, “I think we are past the point of using formalities.”   “I agree, Jongwoon-ah.” Sungmin took delight in watching Jongwoon squirm with embarrassmen