GET FREE [jaeyong]

[9]

[NINE]

"And I'll try to delay what you make of my life, but I don't want your way, I want mine. I'm dying and trying, but believe me I'm fine. But I'm lying. I'm so very far from fine."

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"WE have Taeyong's MHE results."

That had been filtering through Taeyong's mind for the past few minutes. He suddenly felt the urge to cry he was so scared — there was this sharp gut feeling that depleted all oxygen from his lungs. It was quite obvious that all the blood had dampened from his skin, as he caught all eyes inside the room.

Jaehyun inched closer to him, putting a warm hand on his back. He showed that angelic, gentle smile, that always reassured Taeyong in some way, even if it was in the slightest bit. "Everything will work out fine," he spoke, but the smaller was too wrapped up in the cyclone of thoughts in his head and took that as an empty statement. It honestly felt like his world was spinning, and a tight knot formed in his stomach thinking about the 'what if' about going to a mental ward and, in his opinion, things getting much worse.

His mother soon joined them, and sat herself on the visitor couch inside the hospital room, eyeing the two boys on the twin sized cot with a small smile.

Taeyong was physically shaking, on the verge of a panic attack, but he tried his best to swallow it down and not show it. He flickered his gaze below to his hands, which were trembling immensely, and hid them back underneath his blanket to hide his wracking nerves. Jaehyun was staring at the door intently and a tiny piece of Taeyong wished he would comfort him again, even if it was in front of his mother. But he didn't, and Taeyong was left to wait impatiently for the doctor to come in and grant him his future.

But even though the wait felt like hours, it quickly became too soon when Harin entered once more, looking nervous herself from being in this situation. Taeyong was swift to dig his fingernails into his arm and harshly bite his lip, but that wasn't enough to deface reality and consume him with pain. He would cry if he could, scream even. He hated this. He hated all of this. He hated this hospital, he hated that Jaehyun was sitting next to him, he hated that he failed at ending his life; he just hated everything about it.

Jaehyun subtly slid his fingers underneath Taeyong's blanket, and removed the boy's fingers from pinching into his skin. "Stop," he whispered lowly, his voice barely occupying the space between he and Taeyong so no one else could hear. Taeyong's cheeks set ablaze at the look in Jaehyun's dark eyes, but he narrowed his gaze defensively at the taller and nudged his hand away from his arm where they were resting.

"You must be Taeyong's mother. Nice to meet you, I'm Harin. I was the one who interrogated him and now I'll be the one to tell the results," she spoke softly as she shook hands with his mom.

"Thank you so much, Harin," his mom spoke, smiling small at the young woman.

Harin then turned to Jaehyun and Taeyong, flickering her almond brown eyes between the adult and two teenagers. "Do we have everyone, or—"

Jaehyun immediately stood up, saying sheepishly in a panic, "Oh, I should probably leave for a second and give you all privacy." Taeyong looked up at him from the bed, eyes pleading him to stay but sadly Jaehyun didn't meet his gaze. "I apologize."

Taeyong's mother shook her head. "As long as Taeyong is comfortable with it, you are welcome to stay dear. And yes, we do have everyone," she explained calmly, averting her eyes to her son. "Your sister had to leave and dad is still at work."