lovers | dorbyn

twenty six

TWO YEARS LATER.

"pop star daniel seavey from boyband why don't we is still reported as missing. the band had decided to break up after the member was reported missing, but the boys bond is still very strong, "we still talk and hang out almost daily, seeing as daniel was our brother, the kids uncle and father, and corbyn's husband. we all love each other to death, but we couldn't do the tour thing without daniel. it feels almost incomplete." jonah marais says on his instagram live.

daniel's husband, corbyn, said on twitter replying to a fan, "i do miss him dearly. he's the love of my life. he's the father to my children. i haven't been sleeping or eating well without him so i'm constantly at one of the boys houses or christina's. it's not the same without him. he saved my kids, he traded himself for morgan and peter. he didn't know what he was getting himself into. i've been looking for him non stop and i'll never stop until he's safe."

corbyn turned off the television. nalia was sleeping in his arms, the four year old wrapped up in a blanket. morgan has her head resting on corbyn's shoulder, and peter and alex were in the young boys room, most likely sleeping since it was late.

he slowly stood up, carefully laying down morgan. he set a blanket over her body, and kissed her head. "good night sugar plum." he sighed. he quickly brought nalia up to her room, making sure the windows were locked and that she was tucked in.

he checked on peter and alex, the seven year old cuddled up against peter. corbyn smiled, shutting the door. he sighed, rubbing his arms. he went back downstairs, making sure the alarm was on, and that all the windows were locked. (he knew alex had his windows locked already.)

corbyn went to his room, grabbing one of daniel's hoodies. he didn't put it on. he just fell back on his bed, holding onto the clothing. he stared up at the ceiling, tears staining his face.

he sighed, bringing the sweater up to his nose, breathing in his calming scent. "i miss you, daniel."

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jack sat outside, a warm mug in his hands. he was seated on the porch of his house, watching the rain fall. he was bundled up in one of his hoodies. it was late. it was dark and cold, but jack couldn't sleep. he didn't think any of the boys could sleep, not until they knew daniel was safe.

he took a sip of his coffee, leaning his head on the railing. he heard the door creek open, and softly close. zach sat next to him, the younger boy pulling him against his body. jack gladly accepted his cuddle, his eyes falling shut.

"trouble sleeping?" zach asked, kissing his head. jack hummed, setting down the mug to hug zach's middle.

"can't sleep until i know daniel's safe." jack mumbled, his eyes already drooping from listening to zach's heartbeat.

"you have to sleep, jack." zach said softly, running his fingers through his hair. "daniel would want you to sleep, babe."

"daniel is supposed to be here. safe with his kids and husband." jack's voice wobbled. zach tsked, pulling jack onto his lap, so he straddled his waist. zach wiped the tear off his cheek.

"don't cry, baby." he whispered, kissing his lips so damn gently, jack would have melted, if the circumstances were different. "you know i hate seeing you cry."

jack wrapped his arms around his neck, hiding his face against his arm. zach held him tightly until he fell asleep. once sleeping, he picked him up, leaving the mug outside (they have plenty of mugs. if it gets stolen, who gives a fuck?) and brought them back to their room.

needless to say, it was the best night of sleep jack has gotten in months.

zach, on the other hand, just couldn't shut his mind off. he had constant butterflies in his stomach, but not the good butterflies like when he sees jack or tessa. more like, butterflies which are trying to murder his stomach.

he quickly walked over to the medicine cabinet in their bathroom, pulling the orange bottle of pills out. he tipped the bottle, multiple pills spilling out in his hands. he picked two out, and put the rest in. he popped them in his mouth, and drank water from the sink.

he took a deep breath after swallowing the pills, turning the water off. "fucking daniel." he sighed, rubbing his eyes. "fucking jackson."

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eben opened the door to the hospital room. jonah sat on the bed, his hand getting wrapped up in ice. his eyes were bloodshot, his hair a mess. he sighed, smiling over at the doctor. "oh! you must be eben."

"yeah." he mumbled, kissing the top of jonah's head.

"i'm doctor cho. jonah punched a wall, multiple times, shattering his two middle knuckles. we are going to be preforming surgery on his hand in an hour or so."

"alright.. uh, thanks doctor."

when the doctor left, eben shook his head. he grabbed the chair that was against the wall. "baby.."

"i just miss him." he whispered brokenly. "i.. i want everything to go back to normal. that's all."

"i know, jo. i know, but you can't be punching walls. you can't be hurting yourself. you're already hurting, don't make shit worse for yourself."

jonah nodding his head, watching jonah stand up to kiss him. jonah gripped his hip with his good hand, pulling away with a small smile. "where are the kids?"

"with tate." eben said, brushing his hair back with a smile. "he's going to be okay. he'll be fine."

"i know. he's strong." jonah took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "he's strong." he repeated.

(spoiler alert: daniel wasn't feeling strong at the moment)

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daniel stayed curled up in a ball on the bed. his nude body was covered by blankets. he was shaking lightly, he wasn't sure if it was from the cold or if he was plain out terrified. he woke up nude, and he fell asleep with clothes on. he was terrified to move, because if he felt pain—

daniel just buried his head into his pillow.

daniel sat up, looking around the room tiredly. he spotted his clothes scattered around the room. he gulped, slowly standing up. he felt no pain, but that didn't ease his nerves.

he quickly got dressed, and went to the bathroom. he looked at his appearance. his hair was dyed blonde again. his entire face was either covered in cuts or bruises. (remember when jackson said he changed? yeah. fucking liar.) he was skinny. all he usually ate were leftovers, which wasn't a lot, and his eyes? his eyes were drained.

he was fucking tired.

he washed up in record time before going to the kitchen where jackson sat on his computer. "morning."

"morning." daniel whispered, going straight to washing the dishes.

"remember anything from last night?" jackson asked almost innocently which made daniel's blood run cold. his body began to shake once again.

"no."

"hm." he hummed and left the kitchen. "i'm going to the supermarket. i want lunch ready by the time i get back." jackson said, getting his shoes on. "and if it'll make you feel better— no, i didn't force you to have sex with me."

"...okay." he whispered, drying off a plate.

once jackson left the house, and daniel knew he drove away, he took the said plate, and threw it against the kitchen wall with a broken sob.

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daniel sat on the couch. the grunts and moans coming from the bedroom were drained out by the television being played loudly. he was watching the amazing spider-man while jackson was in the bedroom with some random girl.

he wrapped himself up in a blanket, pretending it was corbyn. he pretended corbyn's arms were wrapped around his body. he pretended corbyn interlaced their fingers. he pretended corbyn pressed kisses on his head until he was sleeping. he pretended to feel corbyn's steady breathing, pretending to listen to his heartbeat that would always relax him—

he pretended.

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