Him - Monsta X Short Story

twenty-five.

"The best news possible," the doctor said, coming into the waiting room. "We're going to run some tests to see why he was having arrhythmias, and go from there. After a couple of tests, we'll put a monitor on and you come back in a few days to see what we do next. You caught him maybe seconds after he fully passed out."

I broke down into tears of relief. "Thank you," I whimpered, trying to catch my breath. "I should've known when he didn't wake up to take care of our daughter that he wasn't okay. He went to bed with a migraine." I sighed, wiping my tears.

After the update, I followed him to stay with Minhyuk. "Hey baby," he smiled softly, reaching for my hand. "Don't cry, I'm okay." Minhyuk was the sweetest man, even when he was down, he tried to make you feel better.

"I'm sorry baby, I feel like I stressed you out." He shook his head, holding my hand, assuring me that I hadn't. I feel like I had. In fact, I knew that I had. "They tell you about the tests?" He asked. I nodded, kissing his forehead.

After an hour worth of testing and attaching his heart monitor, we headed home. As we came in the door, Jooheon immediately burst into tears. "I-I just got Benji to school and Aria back to sleep." He said, bawling his eyes out. "What happened?"

Minhyuk walked over to him and hugged him softly. "I just had a heart thing happen, it's okay buddy." He nodded, sighing softly. "Can you go to your room for a second, I have to talk to Kihyun." This was news to me.

Jooheon got up, wiping his tears and headed downstairs. "What going on," I asked, anxiety taking over.

"Well, before I had the doctors come get you, I had a talk with psych." He admitted. "And you're right," he sighed dejectedly. "There's strong indication that I have borderline personality disorder."

I felt part of me cringe, but I was praying it wasn't outward. "Did you get set up with psychiatry for medication?" I asked.

Minhyuk sighed a bit and I knew what that meant. "Do you want the story of me and abusing drugs?" He asked. I nodded, feeling very stuck once again. "A friend in high school had ADHD, he needed Adderall. He offered me some during a hangout because him and another friend were smoking weed and I didn't want to. And since I didn't need it, I was getting high from it. Then I started with Xanax. Hyungwon and I were roughhousing during a basketball play one day and I eviscerated my knee. Opiates were the result of that." I nodded, seeing a pattern in the men I chose.

"So, fuck the medication? The anti-depressants?" I asked, my voice cracking.

He shook his head, reaching out of me to come sit with him. "That's not at all what I said. I just want to try therapy before I even get to medication." I nodded again understanding his stance. Truth be told, I was terrified, and he saw it. I know he did. "I'm not an evil person for not taking medication, Kihyun. There are other options for treatment."

I shook my head. "Yeah for things like depression. This is not depression. This needs a treatment plan and there's more than just therapy." Minhyuk sighed, rolling his eyes. "I've lived through the other end of this, with someone who looked down on any type of mental illness while struggling with her own. Don't roll your eyes at me." Okay maybe I'm trauma responding.

"I'm sorry I'm not the perfect spitting image of taking care of mental health," Minhyuk stood up briefly before falling back down. I caught him, holding onto him tightly.

I looked at his heart rate. "You need to relax, I'm sorry." I mumbled helping him lay down on the couch.

We dropped the conversation for now, me becoming a nurse again. "I wanna go upstairs," Minhyuk sighed, already exhausted from one near fainting spell. I nodded, helping him stand up. As we headed upstairs, Minhyuk started tearing up when he heard Aria crying. "I'm so tired," he whimpered, holding onto my shoulders.

"I've got her, don't worry." I nodded, helping into our room. After I got him settled into bed, I turned my attention to Aria. "Good morning, pretty girl." I smiled, rocking her softly. "Dada's here."

Minhyuk smiled a bit. "That's the first time you've used Dada with her." I came and sat next to him, preparing to change her diaper.

I texted Jooheon, asking for a bottle. "Yeah," I chuckled. "I-I guess it is."

I quickly changed her diaper and threw it away. "Do you feel like her dad?" Minhyuk asked. I nodded quickly.

"I definitely do," I said, watching her giggle softly. "This is our daughter, I just had to adjust." I tickled her stomach softly, laughing as she smiled and kicked happily.

Minhyuk laid his head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry I made it difficult at first, I knew you would and I trusted that you would. I just panicked."

I kissed his forehead, smiling a bit. "It's okay," I sighed. Jooheon came upstairs and it was like he'd seen a ghost. "Hey, do you think you can feed her really quick?" I asked softly. Minhyuk nodded, letting me check on Jooheon after I handed him the bottle.

"Front door," Jooheon mumbled. "I-I think I'm going insane." I took his hand as we headed downstairs.

I turned to look at him, wondering if he had a tumor. "What are you talking abou-" I froze in my tracks, seeing a literal ghosts of my past, standing next to Wonho.

I approached the door slowly. "Hi, Kihyun," Changkyun smiled softly. I glanced at Wonho, beyond pissed with him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, tears riding on his eyes. "I-so didn't know what do to."

I turned to Jooheon, telling him to keep Minhyuk busy. I walked outside, closing the door behind me. "You're suppose to be gone," I looked at Changkyun. "Both of you."

The long black hair was a dead giveaway. "Baby, you're not happy to see me?" Hyungwon asked. Hearing his voice in front of me in a reasonable decibel told me it wasn't the tumor talking. I pinched myself so hard I drew blood. I was not dreaming. And no, I wasn't happy to see him.