𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃 [EDITING]

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Renjun remembers a lot of things about his childhood. Remembers his dad being obsessed with his car, none stop cleaning it and fixing it up. Renjun use to sit and watch, passing his dad tools and such as he worked. No matter what, his father loved the company of his son as he worked on the car. Some random radio station playing in the background.

As Renjun got older, the more he began helping his dad. Changing tires, with much of his dads help. He washed the car a lot in summer, his dad watching and jokingly turning the hose up and having water soak him everywhere. "My boy will be a real man once he grows up." Renjun took pride in his dads words, wearing them like badges of honour. But as he grew up even more, he wouldn't accept his dads request to help with the car.

His mother, he remembers, danced a lot. Specifically as she cooked in the kitchen. Renjun always sat on the counter, his mum gently humming along to the 80s song playing, swiftly dancing around. It was peaceful, even if there was a storm, with loud thunder bellowing in the distance. She just turned the music louder, even though it sounded scratchy and skipped parts randomly.

He remembered the older he got, the more his mother would demand him to join her dancing. "Come on Renjun baby, I'll teach you how to dance for your wedding day." She said this a lot, along with other excuses to dance with her son. He moaned and whined, and sometimes refused.

But in moments like this, ones of devastation and pain, he wished he'd of said yes. Wished he'd asked him mum once or twice to dance. Maybe even run outside to help his dad clean, or do it voluntarily and have his dad come home shocked.

What if his mum and dad sat in the garden, chairs next to each other, looking towards Renjun who danced around the car, singing loudly, washing the car. Bubbles everywhere, being told off for spraying water on the two.

"Renjun?" Irene's soft voice knocked Renjun out of his thoughts. "Oh, Renjun." She saw the tears built up, along with the ones that had stained his face. She pulled him into a hug, where Renjun held her so tightly, sobbing in her shoulder. Irene looked towards the man and two boys in front of her, not quite knowing who they are, but not caring.

"Baby, let's sit you down." Jeno said, his voice slightly cracking, guiding Renjun to sit down. "A-Are you okay, R-Re-" Jaemin had to stop himself as his voice failed him, tears dropping. He was just so upset, his mother was so important to him. She was his rock. He confided in her about everything, absolutely everything.

"And you are?" Irene had turned towards Taeyong. "I'm Taeyong, I am friends with the three, I chaperoned the party." Irene nodded, gesturing for him to sit. "Irene, I look after Renjun and his mum." Taeyong nodded.

"If you don't mind me asking, why do you have to look after his mother?" Taeyong asked, causing Jeno and Jaemin to listen in. "She, uh, she's paralysed and on permanent bed rest." She whispered quietly, but Jeno and Jaemin still heared, but luckily Renjun didn't.

"Mr Huang?" Renjun jumped up at his name, walking up to the doctor. "Yes, how's my mum?" He sounded is desperate. The doctor looked down at him. "She's unconscious at the moment, we don't know when she'll wake up." The doctor spoke with confidence, not wanting Renjun to miss a word. "C-Can I see her?" Renjun asked. "Yes, follow me, your friends may come too." He gestured for them to follow.

They reached her room, a beeping sound echoing through out. And there she was. Laying, so calm and peaceful, on the white bed. Renjun immediately fell beside her, holding her hand. "Mum." The boy silently whispered in his native tongue. "Please dad, make sure she's okay." He looked up to the sky, his eyes pleading.

"Renjun, come sit down on the chair, your knees will hurt." Jaemin said, as Jeno pulled the chair up to the bed. "O-Okay." He mumbled, guiding himself to sit. "We are gonna go get some food and drinks for you all, we will be as quick as possible." Taeyong said, as he and Irene walked out of the room.

The three boys stayed in a comfortable silence, soft mutters heard from time to time from Jeno and Jaemin. But it was mostly silence. A quite irritating beep, but still, silent. Renjun blocked it all out. Keeping his eyes on the love of his life.

His mother.