>ship: Jeonghan x S.Coups (Jeongcheol)
>genre: angst, fluff
>author: choi-new_______________
Jeonghan PoVit was really cold outside, that's why i was shivering while running to the hospital where my best friend seungcheol was. he had an accident on the highway. we lived together and seungcheol's parents died when he was really young, so they called me. i didn't know what happened to him, maybe he was hurt. they didn't tell me but i was worrying about my best friend. but to be honest, i would lie if i'd say that he wasn't more than just a best friend to me. i really liked him and this fact didn't make my worries better. i was scared that i could loose the cutest, prettiest, nicest, most hard working and good hearted person i knew. he was so important to me and i really didn't want that all we had together ended now. i had so many thoughts while running through the streets. „in which room is choi seungcheol? and can i already visit him?" i asked as soon as i arrived at the hospital. „he's in room 209 but you still have to wait." „ok, thank you." i went to the waiting room and let myself rest on a chair. My worries grew bigger and i felt how a tear was falling down my cheek. but everything i could do in this situation was praying that he was fine, even i didn't think so. every time i saw a doctor i asked him if i could go into room 209 and every time they said „no" i just felt how tears were running down my face again. that i couldn't see him could mean so much. I didn't know what to do if i'd loose him.
my best friend. my crush. my love.
these thoughts made me cry even more. i never worried so much about a person like at the moment they called me and of course also a long time after that.
again a doctor was walking trough the corridors. „can i already go into room 209?" he nooded without saying even one word.
i wanted to go visit seungcheol but then he started to explain me what was actually going on. „before you go you should know what happened to him. are you his brother?" „eh, no, i'm just his best friend." i answered quietly.
„oh ok. well, he's sleeping in coma (?). and you should know that we're not sure if he's going to wake up again. we're really sorry but we couldn't do more." my eyes got teary again.
i never thought for beeing so weak but he meant so much to me and i couldn't let him go. i literally ran into room 209 where seungcheol was laying. i opened the door and again i became so weak. i had to hold back tears and tried to make myself feel a little bit better. „he isn't dead... he's still alive... and he can wake up again... well, he can." it didn't help saying any things to myself. i still felt lost and weak while seeing my best friend, who didn't know what's going on, laying there. i slowly walked to seungcheol's bed. „hey, cheol..." i sat down on a chair next to his bed. „i promise you that i'll never leave from beside you. there are so many things i want to tell you, sunshine... but i can't. i have to look into your beautiful eyes when i'll tell you. i'm so scared, you can't imagine, really! i don't want to loose the most important person in my life. we know each other for so long, i don't want it to end soon. you mean so much to me, seungcheol. why does it has to be so hard?! it's not the end yet but i've got so many negative thoughts. i don't even know if i could live alone, not only because of the money. i mean, what if i can't take all that? why did this accident even happened? oh well, you can't answer me. argh! i'm getting stupid here! however, i hope you heard me..."
i told him so many things but the thing i really wanted to tell him was that i fell in love. with him. with my best friend.
i talked for so long with him, well, the only one talking was me.
it was already dark outside when i left the hospital. „he'll be ok..." i whispered to myself while going home. at home i didn't even turned the lights on. my and seungcheol's cat came to me but i also ignored her and walked straight in my room. i fell onto my bed and just cried into my pillow. „why?!" i asked this question so often.
„i want him back..."i spent weeks with crying and worrying about my best friend. i often visited him in the hospital and talked to him. i really hoped he could hear it. but knowing he wouldn't answer always made me feel sad.
i came home late and thought about visiting seungcheol, just to tell him all the things i always tell him. so i went to the hospital at 11pm. i went into room 209. as always. i opened the door and there he was laying. he hadn't moved for over a month. „i miss you." i whispered while getting closer to him. „you still can't imagine how much i do. but you should know that i miss you." i laughed and tried to hide my sadness. „please don't leave me..." i slowly grabbed his hand. „what should i do without you?" i looked at him for a few minutes and then closed my eyes. „why is it so hard...?" „what's... hard...?" „it's just- wait!" i quickly opened my eyes and looked again at my best friend. he looked so tired... but he was awake! tears were running down my face when i finally saw his beautiful eyes again, which i missed so much and couldn't see for so long. „h-hannie... w-what's wrong?" he asked carefully and with a little broken voice. i swiped away my tears and smiled. „you were in coma for over a month." „w-why am i s-still living?!" i was kinda shocked when he asked that. „what do you mean?" „i-i just can't live a-anymore! i don't de-" i interrupted him. „why? you don't deserve to die. you're such a beautiful and caring person. i really like you and i mean i really like you. you're always so hard working and i didn't know what to do without you! i don't know if you heard me when i talked to you while you were asleep. however, if you did, the thing i wanted to tell you is that i love you. you can hate me if you want. i'd understand but-"
„no, jeonghan. i love you too... really... i love you so much."
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