patient • chensung

17 • falling, falling

sorry about this story being all over the place, but i just changed a small part so that xiaojun is the one who asked chenle about the accident

love you :)

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"It wasn't an accident."

These words seemed to be the only thing occupying the doctor's mind as he paced around his office, as well as the newfound information in which he was exposed to soon after.

The boy grabbed his puffer coat, his notebook, and brushed past his door, and straight out of the main building's sliding ones. He didn't know where he was going, really, but he just wanted to get out. Anyone would, after that.

"First of all, how do you know? And second of all, what else was it?"

Xiaojun ushered the younger boy to his desk, and pulled out two chairs for them, as well as the documents he was searching for earlier.

"Your brother, Yangyang," he began, looking up at the chinese, "He didn't die that night."

Chenle laughed bitterly. "I understand, gege, that you were his fiancé and you love him. I was his brother, I miss him as much if not more than you do. But we're past the stage of acceptance," he sighed.

The older shook his head. "I'm being serious, Chenle. I looked into things and I've called multiple people, I wouldn't give you false hope for something that I'm practically 100% sure on."

This made the younger sit upright. His mouth felt dry all of a sudden, and something deep within his chest made him feel like curling up in his bed and bawling his eyes out like he did the first time he was told about Yangyang.

"How?" he managed to croak out, blinking the tears away. He thought he'd managed to find closure after the death of his brother, but that didn't seem to be the case at this moment.

"The morning of his funeral, I noticed something weird with your mother and father, when they were talking to the funeral directors," he began, his fingers flicking back and forth between pages and pages of writing. "They weren't being very open about anything, and when I asked if I could at least hold Yangyang's hand one last time before he was put into the coffin, they became really antsy and angry."

Chenle quirked an eyebrow to that, his parents were typically very patient people and they loved Xiaojun to pieces, they'd accepted him into the family even before him and Chenle's brother had started dating.

"But I didn't pay much attention to it, because of course they were mourning and they had all the reason to be stand-offish and all... that didn't bother me," he continued, his fingers finally clasping a page in particular, and flipping it over.

He placed it down onto the table between them, and slid it towards the latter.

"A newspaper article?" he queried, and in response, the elder nodded.

"Read the headline."

"Young male, unidentifiable, found near to death at Jeju coastline," the chinese whispered, his heart dropping.

"Now read the date."

"October 18th, 2020," he spoke slowly, the cogs in his mind turning for him.