Third Person's Point of View
Jeno opened the door to Haera's room and slowly walked towards her. He was preparing himself to see Haera in a bad state as well as deliver the bad news to her.
Out of all the people in the room, it was Jeno who was carrying a big burden.
The sound of the vital signs monitor machine reverberated across the room where Haera lies still.
He could see Haera's motionless form on the hospital bed, she was slightly pale and Jeno knew it was because of the amount of blood she lost. It sent a pang of ache in his chest again.
He sat beside a rolling chair beside Haera and focused his gaze on her.
"I'm so sorry this happened to you." Jeno breathed.
"You're my responsibility." Jeno's own voice echoed in his head. He remembered saying those words to Eight.
Tears rolled down his cheeks once more. "I failed you." He grabbed Haera's hand and wrapped it with his hands. He placed a gentle kiss on it and brought it to his forehead, closing his eyes. "I'm so sorry." He softly whispered, almost sounding desperate for forgiveness.
As his eyes remained closed, he felt a soft grip upon his hand. He instantly opened his eyes at the realization that Haera was moving.
"Haera?" He called gently.
"What happened was not your fault." She managed to say despite not knowing the state of her body and where she was taken. Haera heard Jeno's soft cries and apologies.
"Haera," He breathed out her name, unsure of what to feel due to the inevitable reality of their loss.
"I'm okay. I'm alive." She whispered, trying to preserve her low energy. Haera was slowly starting to feel the aching wounds wrapped around her fragile body. "We're alive, Jeno." Haera stated as she slowly and gently held her stomach.
If there is one thing Haera was concerned about it was Jeno's well being. She couldn't bear to see Jeno suffering because of her.
"Haera," He called once more. Jeno's tears were uncontrollably falling down. Haera could feel the pain he was feeling behind his silent cries.
"What's wrong? Say something..." Haera blurted out, concerned about why he was unhappy despite her presence.
"We..." Jeno started and held Haera hand even tighter.
He paused for a while and looked up to see Haera's anxious gaze.
"We lost our child." Jeno softly said, almost like a whisper in the wind.
It was then that Haera's world stopped. The high pitched beeps of the monitor next to her rang in her ear continuously. She couldn't move nor speak. She didn't know what to do.
She knew Jeno was in front of her but his figure started to get blurry as her vision was tampered with forming tears in her eyes.
"What..?" She couldn't form any word anymore.
Confusion wrapped her head.
"Haera, we lost our child..." Jeno said again his legs slowly weakening.
"No." Haera shook her head. "No. No, Jeno."
"We lost..." Jeno choked on his own words. His chest was uncontrollably moving up and down at the intensity of his emotions. He couldn't do anything but burry his face next to Haera's body. "I'm so sorry I let this happen." He cried. Jeno couldn't stop blaming himself.
They will pay.
All of them.
Haera silently swore to herself.
Her shaking hand held onto Jeno tighter and it was in that moment where she vowed to not leave one soul of her enemies alive.
"Byeol." Haera's voice cracked as she softly spoke between her silent lamentation. Tears were streaming down her face.
Jeno glanced at her waiting for her to continue her sentence.
"I wanted to name our child Byeol. Star in English. I wanted our child to be the light in our life's darkness." She explained as she looked up the ceiling in hopes that she was only dreaming.
Byeol.
Jeno repeated his child's name in his head.
I will always remember you.
—•—
"Haera!" Jisung hurriedly barged in Haera's room. Haera turned to look at Jisung who was rushing to her, behind him was the rest of Sueño.
"You're awake!" Chenle followed.
"Okay, boys, easy." Jeno stood in front of them, preventing them from suddenly holding Haera. "She's not fully recovered yet."
"I'm glad you're awake now, Eight—I mean, Haera." Mark stuttered. "Sorry, it takes a while to get used to it."
Haera nodded and gave him a small smile. "How are you, guys?" She asked, shifting her gaze to the rest of the boys.
Haera was still processing the tragic news of her child but she knew she had to act fine in front of the boys. She didn't want her feelings and emotions to slow down the advancement of the group towards their mission to get their revenge with Diego.
"We should be the one asking that, Haera. Don't worry about us." Haechan spoke. He paused for a moment, finding the courage to speak about their recent loss. "I'm sorry about what happened to you and Jeno."
The boys' attentions were suddenly locked onto Haera and their captain.
"My condolences." Jaemin slightly bowed. The others did the same thing offering their sincere sympathies.
"Let's not talk about it now." Jeno replied and placed his hands in his pockets.
"No, we should." Haera suddenly contested. "Because we'll make them pay for what happened to us." She held her gaze at Jeno.
Jeno could feel the same resentment that Haera was feeling.
You're right.
He agreed in his head as he watched Haera's face hold a blank expression—
We'll make them pay...
it was her expression he feared the most: he didn't know what she was thinking. Hence, his fear of suddenly losing her again grew.
together.
