Dad's | Jaeyong

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It had been five days since the accident, and Taeyong hadn't left Jaehyun's side. He didn't eat, nor did he drink and he barely slept.

Minutes felt like hours, and those hours felt like days. For the days he remained in that seat, his heart had wept while his eyes remained dry.

Jaehyun wasn't dead, but he wasn't awake which left every second fearful that the breath he took under the oxygen mask would be his last.

The other day Taeyong was startled when in the distance, down the corridor of the coma ward he heard an alarm.

It wasn't until yesterday he realised the alarm was for when a coma patient had slipped and everyone would rush around to bring them back.

Such dread left him hyperaware it could happen to Jaehyun. That any moment that alarm would be ringing, threatening to steal the only man he loved.

The more the red head dwelled on the thought, the more he found himself uncontrollably crying at the mere idea that could happen.

Just to imagine suddenly having to live in a world without Jaehyun.

It was more than he could bare.

He'd have to tell both the boys like he had to do so with Johnny all over again. And if Jaehyun was gone, would they be taken from him too?

The thoughts only got more painful when he realised it was a higher possibility while Jaehyun remained in that state attached to wires and tubes.

... ... ...

"Don't leave me."

~ [ A Month Later ] ~

Taeyong greeted the nurses as he entered the coma ward. Jaehyun was still in his coma. Wounds all healed, and so was his dislocated shoulder.

All that remained was his arm in a sling as most of the force was taken to his right side of his body. The leg cast was taken off and was fine to be left alone but the arm still needed to be supported.

Every morning the red head did his regular routine, greeting the nurses, saying hello to the elderly neighbour across the hall who visited him and Jaehyun during his short walks and socialising.

He had woken up from his own coma two weeks ago after suffering from a heart attack and falling from the top of the stairs.

[ Flashback ]

"Don't mind me." An old man quietly whispered into the room as he loitered around the open door, leaning on the door frame, "Just out of breath from my walk."

Taeyong lifted his head from the bed and pushed out his chair to stand, "It's fine, would you like to take a seat?" He offered, walking to the door.

The old man smiled and shook his hand, "I don't want to disturb and be a bother-"

"No really, I insist. I'm just having a one way conversation, it's fine."

The man lifted his head, realising what the young man had meant and smiled, accepting the kind offer and allowed Taeyong to help him into the room and take a seat.