her? ⇢ chensung ✔

vierundsiebzig

tw // semi-detailed description of suicide

"steady...be careful, alright?"

chenle held jisung's hand in a vice-like grip as he slowly padded the floor, the extra weight making it harder and harder for him to walk without tripping over every few seconds. with a painstakingly slow and steady pace, he finally sat down on the couch trying to get out of his bed.

as he was over with the nine month time period already, jisung had been extra careful so that nothing, almost nothing would cause an inkling of trouble for the younger. but sometimes, jisung tends to be a little bit too protective, to the point where he doesn't provide bae half the care he gives towards him.

that felt undeserving to himself, and unfair to bae, but she was excited nonetheless. bae felt like she was a big girl at 5 years of age, and was more than happy to help her aunt out at times.

"daddy...when will i be a big sister?" she asked as she longingly looked at jisung with a gaze laced with curiosity. musing wholesomely, chenle decided to answer her query instead. "just a little more, bae, a few days more..."

"honestly, i wish i could just help you out after the delivery," jisung sighed as he flopped down on the couch next to him. "maybe i can ask my manager to give me a month off-"

"no, no, it's alright, hyung," chenle interrupted, immediately defending himself. "i can handle it...moreover, i have bae with me, so why should i worry?"

"but she's still very mischievious, i don't think you can handle two little ones at the same time," jisung supplied, much to his daughter's unamusement. "dad, i'm not that stupid, i can help!" she spoke out, to which jisung glanced at her annoyedly.

"no, hyung, this job is basically your income, and you can't just throw it away for a random stranger like me. i'll handle the mess i've made," chenle deadpanned, hoping that what he said is final and nothing will change after that.

"we've been knowing each other for three-quarters of a year already," jisung fought back in the same deadpan tone he had. "not to mention, you're wookjin's childhood friend. and your child is not a mess you made."

"still-" chenle cut himself off as his eyes went wide, clutching his abdomen as he did. sharp gasps fell from his lips as it felt like it was next to impossible to word a phrase anymore. "h-hyung..." he started to speak to a horrified jisung, his expression equally as frightened. "m-my...water broke...!"

jisung immediately jumped out of the couch as he heard the one phrase which was supposed to be the penultimate thing he had to take care of. regaining his composure, he signaled bae to his bedroom, stating, "bae, get dad's car keys, right now."

bae immediately heed to her father's words as she ran to the room for the stash of keys, while jisung crouched down and slipped his hands underneath chenle's thighs, carrying him bridal style. by the time bae brought the keys, jisung signaled the child to unlock the vehicle while he gathers enough leverage to walk outside.

chenle could not help but cry out in complete pain as insufferable agony coursed through his frame, clutching his hands around the older's nape as tightly as he could as tears blurred his vision, his mind constantly reminding him of his ex-boyfriend, which only fuelled his pain.

little did he know that his dear ex-boyfriend is waiting for him in the exact same place he is about to rush towards.

🍂

"so, uh, we'll be going then, you'll lock the door, right?"

mark asked as he wrapped one of his arms around renjun's waist, holding him close while renjun was sniffling, his face distraught as his head drooped down, scared to make eye contact with the youngest.