GET FREE [jaeyong]

[10]

A/N - Hey, I want to note that there will be change throughout the story and you may see bad and good sides to Taeyong. As of right now, the bad is kinda overwhelming the good. Which is okay. I hope it doesn't make you feel any animosity towards the storyline or characters, however.

If you're reading this, I really value your commitment towards this stupid story I haven't updated in almost three months!!! It truly means a lot. Writing this right now I honestly don't expect anybody to read it, so if you are, I love and appreciate you

(I really do)♥️

[TEN]

"I'm sick and I'm tired too. I can admit, I am not fireproof. I feel it burning me, I feel it burning you. I hope I don't murder me, I hope I don't burden you."

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"YOU'RE going home, Taeyong."

Taeyong flickered his gaze back up to Jaehyun, pupils dilated but facade still hurt. "Wh-what?" he stammered, waterline quickly collecting more tears. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. "Why? Why didn't you tell me that?" Taeyong continued, urging himself off the cot instantly.

There was this lump in his throat that felt like it was going to stay there forever — no, he couldn't believe this.

Jaehyun closed the large distance between him and Taeyong so he was only a few feet away, the boy's eyes seeming to be panicked at Taeyong's sudden urgency. "Yeah. I— I was trying to tell you, but you got upset with me before I could. I'm sorry Tae," he breathed out, frowning as he watched Taeyong stand up and quickly grab the duffel bag in the corner of the room, holding it tight to his chest. "Can you slow down? You're worrying me," Jaehyun said, stepping closer to the smaller and reaching for the duffel bag in his arms.

He stepped back, narrowing his eyes. "No. Why do you care, Jaehyun? Can you blame me for wanting to get the hell out of here?" he snapped, pausing before mentioning, "Oh wait. You can blame me, because you want to keep me locked up in a mental ward."

The shorter then slipped out of the corner Jaehyun backed him into, grabbing the trousers left on the floor and stuffing them into the bag. Jaehyun bit the corner of his lip, anxiously staring as he  swiftly packed all his things up. "You're not leaving quite yet. Your mom is still filling out forms in the lobby for your discharge," he stated, crossing his arms as he watched the boy clumsily stumble around the room while picking up everything.

Jaehyun grew shocked when Taeyong then bolted it to the door, and the taller just merely caught onto his sleeve. Taeyong whipped around, tugging the fabric out of his hand but not quite being able to. "Stop! Just let me go; I don't want to see you anymore," Taeyong cried, yanking his jacket out of Jaehyun's grip.

The patient managed to make it out to the hallway, but felt a lap of dizziness and slowed his walk, bowing his head as he leaned up against the wall beside him for support. A sheer curtain of black ate at Taeyong's vision and a blanket of fuzziness covered his mind, and it did so long enough for Jaehyun to catch up. "Are you okay?" Jaehyun asked quickly, making his way to the boy.

"Don't! Leave me alone," Taeyong whimpered, fleeing from Jaehyun's reach.

"Taeyong, wait— I need to talk to you!" Jaehyun shouted after him, but Taeyong didn't listen and continued to rush down the corridor. Jaehyun was left standing desolately beside the empty room 127 with a thousand words to say, but no one to hear them.