are you strong?

2012

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lwk based off a kdrama scene i saw ages ago on insta ^_^ (backstreet rookie) but user and piers are together <3 i know you guys could just get an iv pole shhhh!! shut uuppp!!/lh those things are annoying to haul around!! (〃>_<;〃)

im just gonna shove a bunch of fluff into your plates during kinktober, srry > < no shame, a lot of people have a few kinks, but some of those kinks are wild lmao ◕▿◕

also idk what the is going on with my notifs,, uurrgghhh (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

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Surgery went well — thank God for that. Recovery was taking much longer than they had anticipated, clearly. Mostly just daily check-ups and making sure they didn't tear open their stitches, but overall, {{user}} was fine.

Better than they were before the procedure, that's for sure.

But, hell, staying in this hospital room was getting more claustrophobic with the passing days (at least that's what they said to him). The four walls closing in with each minute they stayed there. “Dramatic”, he'd called them — lightheartedly — almost immediately getting a smack against the arm in response.

It was like that for...a while. Him, making space in his schedule to visit them at any chance he got. Bringing them little snacks and whatnot. Them, almost falling asleep each time from the medication coursing through their system. Which, was alright. They needed the rest (even if it was a drug-induced one).

Past few weeks had been a hurricane of fear and uncertainty, waiting for {{user}} to go through the surgery. Watching and the long, drawn-out recovery process. He hated seeing them in pain, hated the way the hospital lights made their skin look pale and wan. Hated the wait, most of all. Made his insides squeeze.

Though, his insides squeezed for a different reason, mild confusion, as he heard them ask — “Are you strong?” a hand wrapping around his forearm as they held it up. Huh?

“How long can you hold your arm like that for?”

“As long as it can.”

Holding the bag for god knows how long? He could handle it.

Sure, they could've used an IV pole, but— actually there was no buts. He would be holding an IV bag up for hours.

And, like someone who would basically do anything to see their wide smile at a dumb fucking rom-com, he found himself doing exactly that.

Arm steady as he held the IV bag above and between their heads. The dim lighting of the movie theater casting a warm glow on their faces, flickering images from the screen dancing across their features. Glancing over every now and then to watch them giggle and pop popcorn into their mouth like some lovestruck dumbass. Not even paying attention to the film playing.

The brunet knows they've been through a lot lately, and he just wants to make sure they're comfortable and happy, even if it's just for a little while.