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Chapter 17

Song - My Darkest Days

“ Chapter 17 - Like Father, Like Son ”

*Tzuyu's Pov*

He is just sleeping. So, don't worry. The doctor informs me and Mingyu as he leaves before I look at my son's sleeping figure, a smile capturing my lips.

The doctor told me that Daamin searched for you both right after waking up. That's why I had to barge in like that. My brother scratches the back of his neck with his hand, a shy smile playing on his lips as he explains.

Right after Mingyu told me that he loved me, the doorbell rang and my brother started banging the door, causing Mingyu to get dressed and leave to open the door while I got dressed and reached downstairs, he told me that Daamin woke up and so, we left immediately, Mingyu's confession long forgotten.

Daamin's being transferred to private ward. They said to wait there. Noticing Mingyu's presence, I lift my eyes up to meet his before nodding as I get up from my seat and walk outside the room, covering my face with a mask.

As I wait for Mingyu, I realize Mingyu does not have any pleasant memory of the private area of the hospital.

I don't have any unpleasant memories of hospitals but Mingyu does. Since he was here but I wasn't. I saw her straight at her funeral.

Let's go. Hearing his voice, my gaze lingers at his back as passes by me and walks ahead of me.

I want to reach out to him but all I can do is to stare at his back.

I want to tell him that I am sorry for not being there. For never being there.

I am sorry.

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Mingyu and I sit inside the room Daamin is being transferred to. I notice how his hands are turned into fists, his knuckles turning white as his eyes never leaves the bed in front of us.

Min---

I'm okay. Before I can even ask him, he replies to the question, I was meaning to ask him.

You're not. His face slowly turn towards me and his gaze meets mine, my eyes widening when I see his teary eyes before I notice how heavily he is breathing as if he is having problem in breathing.

M-Mingyu--- I stop when he throws his hands around me, taking me by surprise and it is then, I feel warm liquid tracing my neck, causing me to quickly wrap my arms around him while he silently cries.

How hard it must have been to endure everything alone.

He told me he did not have a good feeling about it, he tried to stop me.

How must he have felt when his gut feeling turned out to be true? Did he blamed himself for not being a good father? For not being able to protect his own children?

Did he sat here, crying but alone as he stared at her lifeless body on that bed in front of us?

Did he prayed for me to be with him here, just like I am right now, at that time?

I am not saying that only he had it bad, I did too. While I was suffering to debut, he was suffering to survive. While I cried every night there, missing everyone, he cried for her.