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WONTAEK pt.2 ( VIXX )

I HAVE A SADDER ENDING AFTER THIS "ENDING"... ANYONE WANTS TO BAWL THEIR EYES OUT ?! LOL.

[ L25 ]

"Can you lift your arms?" Wonshik asked softly, his fingers on Leo's biceps feeling for any muscle movement.

"Yes," Taekwoon demonstrated, though his arms outstretched awkwardly, stiffly out in front of him. "But I can't bend my elbows."

Wonshik's eyebrow raised, but nodded a little, hiding his disappointment.

[ L29 ]

After multiple attempts, Wonshik had tried to get Taekwoon's body working again. It was only his shoulders, and then he was able to take heaves of his chest, move his biceps, but no extremities yet. Wonshik had turned him on and off day after day to test what he had done, Wonshik becoming more and more disheveled and weak each day. He was barely eating, sleeping, if anything, he couldn't sleep and had to resort to sleeping pills - now that Taekwoon was able to remember and talk to him, it only spurred Wonshik's motivation more that one day he might be able to have Taekwoon in his arms properly, that he might be able to hold hands with him and smile at each other, that they might be able to walk down the laboratory together. That they might be able to live normally - as normally as you could when the love of your life had more metal than flesh and supposedly dead.

Wonshik looked like a mess, and as he fastened the camera onto the tripod and turned it on, his eyes widened at how horrible he looked. Nibbling on his lip, he looked back at Taekwoon and back at the camera, only for tired legs to walk down the hallway and brush his hair for the first time what seemed like weeks, making him look at least somewhat presentable. Looking at himself in the mirror, he realized with a grimace that he had probably lost weight, skin anemically pale and eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. He looked horrible, he felt horrible, but he didn't feel so horrible when Taekwoon was talking to him. It was like he was alive like he is alive again.

He returned after taking a quick shower, wanting to be at least decent for Taekwoon who woke up with an increasingly worried face. Taekwoon was usually a man of few words, but to Wonshik, his eyes said it all. The concern that showed in Taekwoon's gaze broke Wonshik's heart.

Pushing the lever down, Wonshik sub-consciously held his breath as Taekwoon was powered up again. Wonshik walked over as Taekwoon sleepily opened his eyes as if he had just been napping, not turned off and on like a computer.

"Welcome back," Wonshik said, smiling gently as he brushed a cord away from Taekwoon's hair, the latter blinking back up at him. He slipped his hand into Taekwoon's, something that had turned into a bit of a ritual, since if Taekwoon could feel his hand, or even squeeze back, it meant everything was working.

"Squeeze...please."

Taekwoon squeezed Wonshik's hand.

Wonshik's lips parted in surprise and Taekwoon gave a small inhale of wonder, and finally lifted his hand to see them himself, only to lift both of them. A smile lifted the corners of Taekwoon's mouth, his eyes sparkling in the happy expression that Wonshik loved so much. Wonshik cupped Taekwoon's hands in amazement, a smile of realization filling his face as their eyes met, twinkling in pure joy as Taekwoon's fingers curled around Wonshik's.

Wonshik found himself pulled and then enveloped by Taekwoon's strong arms, his head guided into the man's neck and finally held. He hugged Taekwoon preciously, his face buried in the man's neck as his eyes watered from joy, his smile twitching downwards. Taekwoon was here. Taekwoon was real, he felt the warmth, so much warmth.

"Thank you," came Taekwoon's voice, whose lips was pressing into his forehead. His brows twitched down as he was overcome with emotion, that

Wonshik's hard work had finally paid off. He had returned.