☀︎𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏- Osaki Shotaro x Park Wonbin
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄- angst
TW‼️- mentions of death , mentions of rehab
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Shotaro Osaki sat in his office, the rhythmic clicking of his keyboard blending into the background noise of the busy workplace. His eyes occasionally drifted to the framed photograph on his desk—his husband, Park Wonbin, with their two kids, Wonhee and Shugi, beaming at the camera. It was a cherished memory, a snapshot of their perfect family.
Suddenly, his phone rang, startling him. It was Sungchan, his close friend and confidant.
"Hey, Sungchan, what's up?" Shotaro answered, his voice light with curiosity.
"Shotaro... it's Wonbin," Sungchan's voice was strained, almost breaking. "He's been in a car crash. It's bad. He's in critical condition at the hospital."
Shotaro felt the ground slip from beneath him. "What? No, that can't be..." His mind went blank as panic set in. "I'll be right there."
He left work in a daze, barely managing to call his parents to take care of the kids. His heart raced as he drove to the hospital, each second feeling like a lifetime. His thoughts were a chaotic mix of fear, disbelief, and desperate hope.
When he arrived, he spotted Sungchan in the waiting room, his face pale and drawn.
"Where is he?" Shotaro asked, his voice trembling.
Sungchan hesitated, tears welling up in his eyes. "Shotaro... he didn't make it. I'm so sorry."
The world shattered around Shotaro. His knees buckled, and he collapsed into a chair, a guttural cry escaping his lips. It felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest, leaving a gaping, agonizing void. Wonbin, his love, his partner, the father of his children, was gone.
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The days that followed were a blur of sorrow and numbness. Shotaro barely ate or slept, his thoughts consumed by memories of Wonbin. He wandered through their home, each room echoing with the ghost of their past happiness. Every little thing—a shirt, a coffee mug, a half-read book—was a painful reminder of the life they had built together, now cruelly snatched away.
His children, Wonhee and Shugi, didn't understand why their father was always so sad, why their other father wasn't coming home. Wonhee, the older of the two, tried to be strong, but Shotaro often found her crying in her room, clutching a picture of Wonbin. Shugi, still so young, would ask innocently, "When is Daddy coming back?" Each question was like a knife twisting in Shotaro's heart.
His parents took the children to Tokyo, providing them with the stability and care he couldn't muster. Shotaro felt like a failure, drowning in his grief. The house, once filled with laughter and love, was now a silent tomb of memories.
Every day was a struggle. Shotaro couldn't focus on work, his productivity plummeting. Friends and colleagues reached out, offering support, but he pushed them away, preferring to wallow in his isolation. The world had lost its color, leaving him in a bleak, desolate void.
One particularly dark night, as he sat on the floor of the living room, surrounded by pictures of Wonbin, a thought pierced through his fog of despair. Wonbin wouldn't want this. He wouldn't want their children to grow up without their father. With trembling hands, Shotaro picked up the phone and called Sungchan.
"I need help," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I can't do this alone."
Sungchan's response was immediate and filled with relief. "We're here for you, Shotaro. We'll get through this together."
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Rehabilitation was a slow, grueling process. Shotaro confronted his grief head-on, reliving the painful memories, the moments of joy and sorrow. Therapy sessions were filled with tears, anger, and the gradual acceptance of his loss. The support from his friends and the unwavering presence of his parents and children provided the lifeline he so desperately needed.
A year later, Shotaro stood outside his parents' house in Tokyo, a sense of nervous anticipation and hope swelling within him. He knocked, and a moment later, the door swung open to reveal his parents and, most importantly, his kids.
"Daddy!" Wonhee and Shugi cried in unison, rushing to hug him.
Shotaro knelt down, tears streaming down his face as he embraced his children, feeling their warmth and love. He looked up at his parents, gratitude and renewed strength shining in his gaze.
"Welcome back, Shotaro," his mother said softly, pulling him into a hug. "We've missed you."
The afternoon was spent together, playing, laughing, and catching up on lost time. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Shotaro felt a glimmer of hope. He wasn't fully healed, and the pain of losing Wonbin would always be a part of him, but he was learning to live again.
That evening, after putting the kids to bed, Shotaro sat on the porch with his father.
"You've come a long way, son," his father said, his voice filled with pride and emotion.
Shotaro nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I couldn't have done it without you all."
His father placed a hand on his shoulder. "Wonbin would be proud of you."
Shotaro looked up at the night sky, the stars twinkling above. He felt a sense of peace wash over him, knowing that Wonbin's love would always be a part of him, guiding him through the darkness.
As he sat there, surrounded by the love of his family, Shotaro knew that while the storm had left scars, it had also given him the strength to rebuild his life. And with his children by his side, he was ready to face whatever came next.
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In the months that followed, Shotaro worked hard to create new memories with his children. They visited parks, museums, and the beach, experiencing the joys of life together. Each day was a step forward, a reminder that life, despite its hardships, could still be beautiful.
One sunny afternoon, as they sat on a picnic blanket by the lake, Wonhee turned to Shotaro, her eyes filled with a wisdom beyond her years. "Daddy, do you think Papa is watching over us?"
Shotaro smiled gently, his heart swelling with love. "Yes, sweetie. I believe he is. And he's so proud of us."
Shugi, munching on a sandwich, looked up with wide eyes. "I miss Papa. But I'm glad we have you, Daddy."
Tears welled up in Shotaro's eyes as he hugged his children tightly. "I'm glad I have you both. We'll always be together, no matter what."
As the sun set, casting a warm glow over them, Shotaro felt a profound sense of peace. He knew the journey ahead would still have its challenges, but he was no longer afraid. With his children by his side and the memory of Wonbin in his heart, he was ready to embrace the future.
THE END.
