Come To Me | A Park Hyungsik Fanfiction ✔️

Unlocking the Door

Early August 2017

(Hallym University Chuncheon Hospital)

When I rose from my seat, I couldn't believe my own eyes.

Hyungsik was standing right before the closed door, his hands moving quickly to take off his cap and mask. His face was ethereal, just like how I remembered it to be, but the downcast look upon his face could not be masked. I saw his eyes darting towards dad briefly, with a deep sigh they came back to meet mine. He took his time in marching towards me, each step taken feeling like an eternity. I froze at the sight of him, worrying that all of this was nothing more than a beautiful dream, and it would quickly vanish if I made the slightest sound or a minutest movement.

As he closed the distance between us, his heavy breathing was apparent to my ears. They sung like a sorrowful melody, just like the look of his eyes. The glint in his eyes was missing, clouded by his troubling thoughts from within.

He didn't need to speak. From his gaze alone, I could tell what he was saying.

They were letting me know that he was real and present, and he wasn't a fragment of my imagination.

My breath hastened without warning when his arms pulled me forward. In his quiet company, I fell apart. There was nothing more soothing than the hold of his arms, and my fragile soul could no longer keep up with the show. My heart cried out in anguish, its song melancholic. Hyungsik did not back away, choosing instead to secure his arms, pulling me closer to his bodily warmth. His cheeks rested fervently on the top side of my head, while his hands tenderly caressed my back.

"Shhh... everything's going to be alright." Hyungsik hummed. The simplicity of the words from his lips rocked my core, and I struggled to stop the tears from flowing.

Hyungsik cooed, his voice raspy, "Abeonim (the general term for father) is going to be fine, I promise."

Pulling back, I lifted my swollen eyes, finding immeasurable kindness in his eyes. I choked, "I don't know... what I'll do... if..."

"Moon Hyeyeon-sshi," He interrupted my nonsensical utters, carefully brushing my dampened cheeks with his two thumbs. My ears perked up at the call of my full name, the tone of his voice both stern and loving. "You're not allowed to think anything like that. Arrasseoyo (Do you understand)?"

Heartache was written all over Hyungsik's face, and my pupils wavered at the sight of him. It must have not been easy for him to offer words of chiding, but he did so anyway, all because he knew me too well.

Whenever I fell into a black hole, it always wasn't easy for me to rise above it. Perhaps it was the make up of my affections, or the measure of my esteem, in me was a tendency to dwell on and be preoccupied with bleak possibilities. Despite hearing about dad's successful surgery, and knowing he would awake upon the wearing off of the anesthetics, my thoughts were shrouded with unbounded fear.

From the language of my body, Hyungsik was ever patient with me as I composed myself, giving me the time and space I needed. When the weight of his words were finally taken to heart, I bobbed my head in slow motion, upwards and then downwards.

My silent answer was enough to cause the corner of his thin lips to tick upwards. Pulling me back into his arms, he stroked the back of my head with all the love I did not deserve. Having dealt with my running nose a while ago, I attempted to breathe in his familiar scent, as though looking for an oasis in the midst of burning desert sands.

The fact that he was here was enough to bring me the comfort I needed, except that it was out of the blue and unexplained. I swallowed my breath, stuttering, as I pulled away from his snuggle, "How did you know... where I was... about dad...?"