Fatal Miscalculations •Jaeyong•

Chapter 14

Enjoy it fam..

"This is oil for your feet," Alec informed as he placed a small jar of oil on the bedside table. "It's made of Eucalyptus and German Camomile."

Taeyong blinked at the valet. "Oil... for my feet?" he echoed, tilting his head to the side, shifting on the bed.

Alec sighed. "Of course, it may be used for other purposes."

That Taeyong understood. His cheeks warmed with embarrassment. Mostly because Alec had the wrong idea since Jaehyun did not even sleep in his own room. It had been over two weeks and Taeyong only saw him enter the room once every two days to check on how he was doing. When he had assured himself that Taeyong had eaten and the TV was keeping him well-accompanied, he'd leave. He was giving Taeyong some space to recover. Both physically and emotionally. It was Alec and a couple of servants that popped in from time to time to ensure Taeyong was receiving all the care and attention he needed.

He knew this order could not have come from Jaehyun, but from the higher authority, his mother. As the days flew by, Taeyong had started to feel his belly grow again. He mustered the courage to greet his remaining baby and accept him again.

"If there's anything else you need," Alec offered and Taeyong bit his lip. So, Alec waited.

Over the course of the two weeks, Taeyong was pampered with subtle opulence and considerate luxury, which threw him off, frankly. The soft linen of Jaehyun's bed was changed once every three days, the room was always warm unless Taeyong wanted some cold air. He was served with filling, healthy, delicious food, which hadn't looked appetizing for the first few days while he mourned, but Jaehyun had managed to convince him that he should eat for the baby at least. Taeyong had eventually found his appetite again. They were meals he had never even imagined of eating before. Some of them he'd never even heard of. Kai had brought him to fancy restaurants, of course. But the Jung household ate like royalty. Like for instance, this morning, it was basil omelette with something called chanterelles and hazelnuts for breakfast. He was served toasts with ricotta cheese and basswood honey to snack on a moment ago. Last night, he had broiled lobster tails with chili butter and for lunch, it was lamb with kumara mash. With each day, Taeyong grew more and more excited, anticipating the meal he'd be served next. It was the only thing he looked forward to besides Jaehyun's infrequent visits, which often left him disappointed. Of course, they weren't all tasty. In the mornings, Alec would stride in and pin him with a scowl until Taeyong had finished his horrendous healthy smoothie. It was green and it was bitter with only a hint of sweetness. But it was food for the baby, really.

Food was brought to the room. Everything was brought to him. He only left the bed to use the bathroom, change into new clothes, and to gaze out the window. The estate was huge and his vision could only stretch until the vineyards that covered most of the estate. Since he never left the room and no one but Alec and the servants came in regularly, Taeyong had opted to ignore trousers. He remained in the long baggy, satin nightshirts that reached to his knees and flopped at his shoulders, he covered the rest of his skinny legs and knobbly knees under the duvet.

It felt strange to rest like this. To be pampered. To be cared for. People made sure that he was eating and that when he slept, the air was calm. They made sure he was comfortable. This was what vacations must feel like. Taeyong knew this would not be possible without Jaehyun's mother's grace.

"Why am I... still here?" he asked Alec what he could not ask Jaehyun. Jaehyun never lingered for too long every time he visited. He'd cast Taeyong a guilty look and would rub his neck nervously. He'd ask if the room was too warm, Taeyong would either shake or nod his head, depending on what the baby really wanted him to feel. Then he'd inquire if the food was satisfactory, Taeyong would nod. He'd glance at the cartoons Taeyong would be watching, and sighing, he'd take his leave. The guilt was apparent in Jaehyun's face and Taeyong knew it was eating him from the inside, too. Jaehyun was sorry and while it would seem fair for Taeyong to hold Jaehyun accountable for the distress he had been put through and to begrudge him that forever, Taeyong was not such a man. It did not make him pathetic to want to forgive Jaehyun, because Jaehyun was truly sorry. And he'd keep berating himself for what he did. The human, compassionate part of Taeyong was willing to forgive him.