Dry

Suho had been in a coma for a long time. Even with his eyes closed, he could hear a voice that felt very frequent, very familiar. Although he wanted to open his eyes, he didn't have the strength to do so, but today was different. With the first rays of the sun, Suho slowly opened his eyes—for the first time in a month. He took a deep breath, staring at the hospital ceiling. The light of the rising sun fell across his face. His gaze shifted from the ceiling to the boy who had fallen asleep while holding his hand. It was Sieun. A faint smile appeared on his face. His dry lips hurt from smiling, but he didn't care.

"Don't you have to study?" he asked in a raspy voice.