yours truly ❞ jaeyong

ONE SHOT SEQUEL.

The ray of sunlight hit exactly Taeyong's closed eyes, he wanted to whine but he just ended up waking up. White familiar surroundings welcomed him.

He's back at the hospital again.

He tried to sit down, which was hard cause his head is aching. He looked around the room and saw a woman sleeping beside his bed.

The woman moved a little until she realized her son's already awake, "Oh, finally! Yongie, sweetie- are you okay? Does anything hurt?" She asked worriedly.

Taeyong tried to smile, he really tried, but he chose to close his eyes tightly instead. Still can't remember anything. And that frustrates him so much.

He heard his mom called the doctor, which he didn't mind at all. He got a minor check up, was given some medicine to drink too.

He was told that he's fine, that he shouldn't stress himself out nor force himself to remember anything. He just nodded, as if he understood everything.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of him!" Ten cheerfully said to assure Taeyong's mother. The woman still have to take care of their restaurant, she just reminded a few things before she finally left.

Taeyong's now alone with Ten and Sicheng. "Where's your husband?" He asked the Chinese guy. "He got work, and he's just my fiance okay?"

He just nodded, he's not actually interested- about everything to be exact. He wanted to escape from everyone, but he knows that he can't.

Lee Taeyong, 22, a famous author.

That's the only thing he's sure about himself. His personality? He's not sure, he just lets his instinct work- and for the whole week, it always surprises him.

"Yong," Ten called, sighing. "You're spacing out."

He wants to shoo them away, say that he wants to be alone. Yet, he can't. It's the guilt that's trying to stop him.

The three of them started talking casually, mostly about how Sicheng and Yuta copes up living together. For a moment, he found himself comfortable.

"By the way," he cleared his throat that almost dried up. "How did I got here..?" He finally asked.

The other two looked at each other as if they're communicating through their eyes. Ten answered, "A man brought you here and said you passed out last night.. at the middle of the street."

Taeyong tried to recall what happened last night. And when he did, he suddenly felt his head ached again.

Jaehyun..

"W-where is the man?" He asked another. "We don't know, he already left when we got here. We only know about him when the nurse said it." Sicheng shrugged.

Taeyong gave up as they continue their conversation.

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Later that day, Taeyong no longer have to stay at the hospital. The doctor gave him permit that he could go home.

His mother insisted for him to stay at their house, but he was stubborn enough to stay at his own apartment. Like what he said, he wants to be away from everyone as much as possible.

Not that he hates them, he's just can't fully adjust at the moment.. yet.

He can't remember anything, but he feels like escaping. For an unknown reason, he wanted to cry. He hates how he doesn't know anything about what's happening to him.

Instead of taking a rest that night, he went out again. Took a stroll alone, and sat at the same bus stop- hoping he'll see the man.

Though it's not raining, he still hopes.