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doyoung knocked softly on his son's door,
the beat of  his rap in boom, and tried his very best to open the door without it whining.

his eyes land on nohyuck cuddling.

jeno being the big spoon

and

hyuck being the ˢᵐᵒˡ  one.

jeno's head snuggled comfortably into
the crook of haechannie's neck.

it was all soft and warm
and
doyoung was on uwu mode.

"haechan-ah. take care of yourself okay?
hyungs are scared for you.
we're all very angry at mark.
but you have to take care okay?
you lose too much weight.
you're as skinny as renjun.
almost skinnier.
please eat,"

doyoung gives haechan's hand
that hung out of the bed
a small squeeze.

and haechan's face glimmered a tear drop.
the younger whispered,

" i have been such a burden to everyone i know.
hyungs, 00liner and even chenji.
why do they care so much?
i'm not worth it.
was never worth it.
and will never be,"

doyoung felt his chest tightened with a sob.
he fought his tears
like a boy against his abusive father.
draining. useless. difficult.
and a hidden rage.

he tightened his grip on the younger,
and a small kiss on his protruding knuckle.

"hyuckie-ah,
please don't leave us.
you are like my younger brother.
i don't want to lose you ever again,"
doyoung pushes his tears down as he places donghyuck's hand closer to the bed so he wouldn't strain his arm when he woke up.

he walks back in to the dimly lit living room.
and finds a drained taeyong sleeping on the couch.
he sits next to the older and sighs.

taeyong immediately turns to see doyoung.
to check if he's okay.
doyoung wasn't okay,
and taeyong could see it even
if he tried to mask it with fatigue.

"do you want to talk about it?"
rabbit boy nods,
his tears were starting to swell up.
"is it about haechan?"
he nods again, this time a sniff.
taeyong engulfs him in a hug.

"he doesn't think he's worth it,"

doyoung sobs into taeyong's chest.

and tired taeyong
just tries his best
to comfort him even though his eyelids are droopy.

slowly,
he fell into deep slumber
in the arms of a sleeping doyoung.

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