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Paring: The8x fem!reader
Requested: no
Genre: angst, established relationship, hint of fluff
Warning(s): themes of grief, loss, major character death, mourning and hospitalization (im not a doctor so please excuse my medical knowledge)
Summary: You never thought of your husbands life as fleeting. But time did its dutiful job of reminding you so.
Word count: 1.1k
Other works
Beta reader: none
disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.
a/n: I would greatly appreciate it if all of you could take a moment to comment on this fic. As an author, I find great value in your feedback, as it allows me to better comprehend my readers, and I thoroughly enjoy interacting with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcome, so don't hesitate to talk about this fic or send me an ask.
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You wore the baby blue dress, adorned your eyes with waterproof mascara, and got ready to go out. Your son shouted from the kitchen, “Mom, I packed one more hotteok for you. Have it with Dad. He will love it.”
Smiling at how thoughtful of a young man your son had grown up to be, you walked out of the bedroom to caress his head. “I will eat it. Don’t worry so much.”
The boy gave you a hug in return, promising to visit you with his wife sometime soon. After all, the girl was pregnant and would need as much care from you as possible during her pregnancy.
With that, you walked out, ready to meet your husband for his birthday lunch, which was packed in the heat-retaining bag with you. It was almost an hour’s drive to the place from where you lived. The commute never got easier, no matter the time or the day.
You got into the taxi; you were never one to learn driving. It was just not needed, as someone at your house was always there to help you commute, be it your husband or your son. So at times like this, you felt the absence of the skill.
But it was not like life didn’t go on. It was not something you wanted to change at this age. You were scared of banging the car into some random tree and feeling the wrath of your husband for causing damage to the love of his life, Vivian. Yes, that indeed was the name of the car. And yes, it was the great idea of your husband to name it so. Some might say you both didn’t have a daughter, but he would like to disagree with them, because you both obviously had Vivian. You sometimes suspected he loved that godforsaken car more than you.
The man was shameless enough to agree with those accusations, but he was too cute to argue with, so you let him be.
The time passed inside the car thinking about your husband, the times you both had spent together, all those rocky yet satisfying moments, and all those nights you both ditched all your friends and family to stay in together, basking in each other’s presence. It was one of those feelings that made you warm and mushy inside, no matter what.
----
“Do you think we will be together forever?” Minghao asks you. It's been a year since you both tied the knot after dating for two, and yet you still feel like your breath stops every time you see him. He just has that effect on you; it's not reasonable, but it's true.
“What do you mean? You are stuck with me. I will hold onto you no matter how much you try to escape!” you say as you pull him in for a kiss.
Satisfied with your answer, he happily goes back to doodling in his diary.
----
As you walked into the hospital, you gave the guard a kind smile, which he returned. After all, when you frequent a place long enough, you end up becoming acquainted with almost everyone who works there.
Quickly, you walked to your husband's cabin. As you entered the room, you could hear your lover whining at the nurse about something, a sound that immediately ceased as his eyes found you.
Without wasting any time, he stretched his arm towards you, his eyes asking for you to hold him. As you embraced him, the nurse walked out, giving you both privacy.
“Happy birthday, my love,” you said quietly, as he rested his head on your chest.
“What did you bring me?” came a quiet whine from underneath you. Laughing, you let go of the man and began to show him, one by one, the feast you had prepared for him.
The minute he laid his eyes upon them, his face broke into a childlike smile, waiting for you to complete plating his food so he could enjoy them.
After all, it had been a long time since his doctors allowed him to have something you brought for him. Within seconds of putting the food on the plate, it was gone. Not that you were complaining, but it was still a record for the man. Never had you seen him devour your cooking this fast.
“Slow down,” you had told him, but the man had all his attention focused on the food, too much to care for his wife.
The nurse didn’t let you stay in the room long after that. The authorities were a bit too strict about maintaining the rules for your liking, but it was okay.
With a last meaningful glance at each other, you exited the room to meet his doctor to complete the procedures for his discharge.
----
“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N,” your husband cries out loud from your embrace, and you hold him, rocking gently.
“But you promised you would hold on. What will I do without you?” you say, trying to hold back your tears.
Looking at you, he wipes the stray tears that have escaped. “I can’t live like this. It’s too much. I’m three surgeries in already, and I don’t see any hope anymore. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be. Plus, this place feels too suffocating for me to be in.”
Not being able to come up with a rebuttal, you just stay as you are, trying to understand why it has to be him who goes through so much pain while simultaneously pleading with some supernatural being to give you all his pain.
That night you both spend crying. But what has to be done will be done.
----
Minghao had been dancing most of his life. Even after he stopped being a professional dancer, he was a dancer at heart. The constant heart attacks that resulted in him being permanently attached to life support, along with the surgeries, killed him inside. They slowly murdered the dancer in him. He lost his sense of freedom, something he treasured the most.
It was then he realized nothing was worth his freedom, not even his life. So there you were, arguing with the doctor to let him be discharged, even though he was at high risk of having another heart attack and should be constantly monitored.
“I understand that, sir, but this is what my husband wants, so I would like you to prepare his discharge papers,” you said, persistent.
“Sure, ma’am. It will be done by tomorrow,” the doctor said reluctantly after realizing there was no winning with you.
After completing the procedure, you went back to your husband to give him the good news about going back home the next day. He looked happy. You could see it in his eyes, and you were happy for him.
If only you had known that the next day you would take your husband away from that hospital for good, but not in the way you had hoped to.
That night, Minghao suffered another attack, one that was hellbent on taking him away from you. It ended up succeeding.
As you sat there at the funeral home, beside the beautiful picture of your smiling husband, and with your son greeting the guests coming to pay their respects, you couldn’t help the tears from falling as you thought of the happy memories you both had shared and how even eternity was too little time for you to spend with him.
The End
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Paring: The8x fem!reader
Requested: no
Genre: angst, established relationship, hint of fluff
Warning(s): themes of grief, loss, mourning and hospitalization (im not a doctor so please excuse my medical knowledge)
Summary: You never thought of your husbands life as fleeting. But time did its dutiful job of reminding you so.
Word count: 1.1k
Other works
Beta reader: none
disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.
a/n: I would greatly appreciate it if all of you could take a moment to comment on this fic. As an author, I find great value in your feedback, as it allows me to better comprehend my readers, and I thoroughly enjoy interacting with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcome, so don't hesitate to talk about this fic or send me an ask. Moreover, if you loved it, don't forget to reblog and help me reach a wider audience. So please dont be a silent reader.
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You wore the baby blue dress, adorned your eyes with waterproof mascara, and got ready to go out. Your son shouted from the kitchen, “Mom, I packed one more hotteok for you. Have it with Dad. He will love it.”
Smiling at how thoughtful of a young man your son had grown up to be, you walked out of the bedroom to caress his head. “I will eat it. Don’t worry so much.”
The boy gave you a hug in return, promising to visit you with his wife sometime soon. After all, the girl was pregnant and would need as much care from you as possible during her pregnancy.
With that, you walked out, ready to meet your husband for his birthday lunch, which was packed in the heat-retaining bag with you. It was almost an hour’s drive to the place from where you lived. The commute never got easier, no matter the time or the day.
You got into the taxi; you were never one to learn driving. It was just not needed, as someone at your house was always there to help you commute, be it your husband or your son. So at times like this, you felt the absence of the skill.
But it was not like life didn’t go on. It was not something you wanted to change at this age. You were scared of banging the car into some random tree and feeling the wrath of your husband for causing damage to the love of his life, Vivian. Yes, that indeed was the name of the car. And yes, it was the great idea of your husband to name it so. Some might say you both didn’t have a daughter, but he would like to disagree with them, because you both obviously had Vivian. You sometimes suspected he loved that godforsaken car more than you.
The man was shameless enough to agree with those accusations, but he was too cute to argue with, so you let him be.
The time passed inside the car thinking about your husband, the times you both had spent together, all those rocky yet satisfying moments, and all those nights you both ditched all your friends and family to stay in together, basking in each other’s presence. It was one of those feelings that made you warm and mushy inside, no matter what.
----
“Do you think we will be together forever?” Minghao asks you. It's been a year since you both tied the knot after dating for two, and yet you still feel like your breath stops every time you see him. He just has that effect on you; it's not reasonable, but it's true.
“What do you mean? You are stuck with me. I will hold onto you no matter how much you try to escape!” you say as you pull him in for a kiss.
Satisfied with your answer, he happily goes back to doodling in his diary.
----
As you walked into the hospital, you gave the guard a kind smile, which he returned. After all, when you frequent a place long enough, you end up becoming acquainted with almost everyone who works there.
Quickly, you walked to your husband's cabin. As you entered the room, you could hear your lover whining at the nurse about something, a sound that immediately ceased as his eyes found you.
Without wasting any time, he stretched his arm towards you, his eyes asking for you to hold him. As you embraced him, the nurse walked out, giving you both privacy.
“Happy birthday, my love,” you said quietly, as he rested his head on your chest.
“What did you bring me?” came a quiet whine from underneath you. Laughing, you let go of the man and began to show him, one by one, the feast you had prepared for him.
The minute he laid his eyes upon them, his face broke into a childlike smile, waiting for you to complete plating his food so he could enjoy them.
After all, it had been a long time since his doctors allowed him to have something you brought for him. Within seconds of putting the food on the plate, it was gone. Not that you were complaining, but it was still a record for the man. Never had you seen him devour your cooking this fast.
“Slow down,” you had told him, but the man had all his attention focused on the food, too much to care for his wife.
The nurse didn’t let you stay in the room long after that. The authorities were a bit too strict about maintaining the rules for your liking, but it was okay.
With a last meaningful glance at each other, you exited the room to meet his doctor to complete the procedures for his discharge.
----
“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N,” your husband cries out loud from your embrace, and you hold him, rocking gently.
“But you promised you would hold on. What will I do without you?” you say, trying to hold back your tears.
Looking at you, he wipes the stray tears that have escaped. “I can’t live like this. It’s too much. I’m three surgeries in already, and I don’t see any hope anymore. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be. Plus, this place feels too suffocating for me to be in.”
Not being able to come up with a rebuttal, you just stay as you are, trying to understand why it has to be him who goes through so much pain while simultaneously pleading with some supernatural being to give you all his pain.
That night you both spend crying. But what has to be done will be done.
----
Minghao had been dancing most of his life. Even after he stopped being a professional dancer, he was a dancer at heart. The constant heart attacks that resulted in him being permanently attached to life support, along with the surgeries, killed him inside. They slowly murdered the dancer in him. He lost his sense of freedom, something he treasured the most.
It was then he realized nothing was worth his freedom, not even his life. So there you were, arguing with the doctor to let him be discharged, even though he was at high risk of having another heart attack and should be constantly monitored.
“I understand that, sir, but this is what my husband wants, so I would like you to prepare his discharge papers,” you said, persistent.
“Sure, ma’am. It will be done by tomorrow,” the doctor said reluctantly after realizing there was no winning with you.
After completing the procedure, you went back to your husband to give him the good news about going back home the next day. He looked happy. You could see it in his eyes, and you were happy for him.
If only you had known that the next day you would take your husband away from that hospital for good, but not in the way you had hoped to.
That night, Minghao suffered another attack, one that was hellbent on taking him away from you. It ended up succeeding.
As you sat there at the funeral home, beside the beautiful picture of your smiling husband, and with your son greeting the guests coming to pay their respects, you couldn’t help the tears from falling as you thought of the happy memories you both had shared and how even eternity was too little time for you to spend with him.
The End
Paring: The8x fem!reader
Requested: no
Genre: angst, established relationship, hint of fluff
Warning(s): themes of grief, loss, mourning and hospitalization (im not a doctor so please excuse my medical knowledge)
Summary: You never thought of your husbands life as fleeting. But time did its dutiful job of reminding you so.
Word count: 1.1k
Other works
Beta reader: none
disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.
a/n: I would greatly appreciate it if all of you could take a moment to comment on this fic. As an author, I find great value in your feedback, as it allows me to better comprehend my readers, and I thoroughly enjoy interacting with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcome, so don't hesitate to talk about this fic or send me an ask. Moreover, if you loved it, don't forget to reblog and help me reach a wider audience. So please dont be a silent reader.
[permanent taglist] [only for those interested, don’t fill the form otherwise]
You wore the baby blue dress, adorned your eyes with waterproof mascara, and got ready to go out. Your son shouted from the kitchen, “Mom, I packed one more hotteok for you. Have it with Dad. He will love it.”
Smiling at how thoughtful of a young man your son had grown up to be, you walked out of the bedroom to caress his head. “I will eat it. Don’t worry so much.”
The boy gave you a hug in return, promising to visit you with his wife sometime soon. After all, the girl was pregnant and would need as much care from you as possible during her pregnancy.
With that, you walked out, ready to meet your husband for his birthday lunch, which was packed in the heat-retaining bag with you. It was almost an hour’s drive to the place from where you lived. The commute never got easier, no matter the time or the day.
You got into the taxi; you were never one to learn driving. It was just not needed, as someone at your house was always there to help you commute, be it your husband or your son. So at times like this, you felt the absence of the skill.
But it was not like life didn’t go on. It was not something you wanted to change at this age. You were scared of banging the car into some random tree and feeling the wrath of your husband for causing damage to the love of his life, Vivian. Yes, that indeed was the name of the car. And yes, it was the great idea of your husband to name it so. Some might say you both didn’t have a daughter, but he would like to disagree with them, because you both obviously had Vivian. You sometimes suspected he loved that godforsaken car more than you.
The man was shameless enough to agree with those accusations, but he was too cute to argue with, so you let him be.
The time passed inside the car thinking about your husband, the times you both had spent together, all those rocky yet satisfying moments, and all those nights you both ditched all your friends and family to stay in together, basking in each other’s presence. It was one of those feelings that made you warm and mushy inside, no matter what.
----
“Do you think we will be together forever?” Minghao asks you. It's been a year since you both tied the knot after dating for two, and yet you still feel like your breath stops every time you see him. He just has that effect on you; it's not reasonable, but it's true.
“What do you mean? You are stuck with me. I will hold onto you no matter how much you try to escape!” you say as you pull him in for a kiss.
Satisfied with your answer, he happily goes back to doodling in his diary.
----
As you walked into the hospital, you gave the guard a kind smile, which he returned. After all, when you frequent a place long enough, you end up becoming acquainted with almost everyone who works there.
Quickly, you walked to your husband's cabin. As you entered the room, you could hear your lover whining at the nurse about something, a sound that immediately ceased as his eyes found you.
Without wasting any time, he stretched his arm towards you, his eyes asking for you to hold him. As you embraced him, the nurse walked out, giving you both privacy.
“Happy birthday, my love,” you said quietly, as he rested his head on your chest.
“What did you bring me?” came a quiet whine from underneath you. Laughing, you let go of the man and began to show him, one by one, the feast you had prepared for him.
The minute he laid his eyes upon them, his face broke into a childlike smile, waiting for you to complete plating his food so he could enjoy them.
After all, it had been a long time since his doctors allowed him to have something you brought for him. Within seconds of putting the food on the plate, it was gone. Not that you were complaining, but it was still a record for the man. Never had you seen him devour your cooking this fast.
“Slow down,” you had told him, but the man had all his attention focused on the food, too much to care for his wife.
The nurse didn’t let you stay in the room long after that. The authorities were a bit too strict about maintaining the rules for your liking, but it was okay.
With a last meaningful glance at each other, you exited the room to meet his doctor to complete the procedures for his discharge.
----
“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N,” your husband cries out loud from your embrace, and you hold him, rocking gently.
“But you promised you would hold on. What will I do without you?” you say, trying to hold back your tears.
Looking at you, he wipes the stray tears that have escaped. “I can’t live like this. It’s too much. I’m three surgeries in already, and I don’t see any hope anymore. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be. Plus, this place feels too suffocating for me to be in.”
Not being able to come up with a rebuttal, you just stay as you are, trying to understand why it has to be him who goes through so much pain while simultaneously pleading with some supernatural being to give you all his pain.
That night you both spend crying. But what has to be done will be done.
----
Minghao had been dancing most of his life. Even after he stopped being a professional dancer, he was a dancer at heart. The constant heart attacks that resulted in him being permanently attached to life support, along with the surgeries, killed him inside. They slowly murdered the dancer in him. He lost his sense of freedom, something he treasured the most.
It was then he realized nothing was worth his freedom, not even his life. So there you were, arguing with the doctor to let him be discharged, even though he was at high risk of having another heart attack and should be constantly monitored.
“I understand that, sir, but this is what my husband wants, so I would like you to prepare his discharge papers,” you said, persistent.
“Sure, ma’am. It will be done by tomorrow,” the doctor said reluctantly after realizing there was no winning with you.
After completing the procedure, you went back to your husband to give him the good news about going back home the next day. He looked happy. You could see it in his eyes, and you were happy for him.
If only you had known that the next day you would take your husband away from that hospital for good, but not in the way you had hoped to.
That night, Minghao suffered another attack, one that was hellbent on taking him away from you. It ended up succeeding.
As you sat there at the funeral home, beside the beautiful picture of your smiling husband, and with your son greeting the guests coming to pay their respects, you couldn’t help the tears from falling as you thought of the happy memories you both had shared and how even eternity was too little time for you to spend with him.
The End
Paring: The8x fem!reader
Requested: no
Genre: angst, established relationship, hint of fluff
Warning(s): themes of grief, loss, mourning and hospitalization (im not a doctor so please excuse my medical knowledge)
Summary: You never thought of your husbands life as fleeting. But time did its dutiful job of reminding you so.
Word count: 1.1k
Other works
Beta reader: none
disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.
a/n: I would greatly appreciate it if all of you could take a moment to comment on this fic. As an author, I find great value in your feedback, as it allows me to better comprehend my readers, and I thoroughly enjoy interacting with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcome, so don't hesitate to talk about this fic or send me an ask. Moreover, if you loved it, don't forget to reblog and help me reach a wider audience. So please dont be a silent reader.
[permanent taglist] [only for those interested, don’t fill the form otherwise]
You wore the baby blue dress, adorned your eyes with waterproof mascara, and got ready to go out. Your son shouted from the kitchen, “Mom, I packed one more hotteok for you. Have it with Dad. He will love it.”
Smiling at how thoughtful of a young man your son had grown up to be, you walked out of the bedroom to caress his head. “I will eat it. Don’t worry so much.”
The boy gave you a hug in return, promising to visit you with his wife sometime soon. After all, the girl was pregnant and would need as much care from you as possible during her pregnancy.
With that, you walked out, ready to meet your husband for his birthday lunch, which was packed in the heat-retaining bag with you. It was almost an hour’s drive to the place from where you lived. The commute never got easier, no matter the time or the day.
You got into the taxi; you were never one to learn driving. It was just not needed, as someone at your house was always there to help you commute, be it your husband or your son. So at times like this, you felt the absence of the skill.
But it was not like life didn’t go on. It was not something you wanted to change at this age. You were scared of banging the car into some random tree and feeling the wrath of your husband for causing damage to the love of his life, Vivian. Yes, that indeed was the name of the car. And yes, it was the great idea of your husband to name it so. Some might say you both didn’t have a daughter, but he would like to disagree with them, because you both obviously had Vivian. You sometimes suspected he loved that godforsaken car more than you.
The man was shameless enough to agree with those accusations, but he was too cute to argue with, so you let him be.
The time passed inside the car thinking about your husband, the times you both had spent together, all those rocky yet satisfying moments, and all those nights you both ditched all your friends and family to stay in together, basking in each other’s presence. It was one of those feelings that made you warm and mushy inside, no matter what.
----
“Do you think we will be together forever?” Minghao asks you. It's been a year since you both tied the knot after dating for two, and yet you still feel like your breath stops every time you see him. He just has that effect on you; it's not reasonable, but it's true.
“What do you mean? You are stuck with me. I will hold onto you no matter how much you try to escape!” you say as you pull him in for a kiss.
Satisfied with your answer, he happily goes back to doodling in his diary.
----
As you walked into the hospital, you gave the guard a kind smile, which he returned. After all, when you frequent a place long enough, you end up becoming acquainted with almost everyone who works there.
Quickly, you walked to your husband's cabin. As you entered the room, you could hear your lover whining at the nurse about something, a sound that immediately ceased as his eyes found you.
Without wasting any time, he stretched his arm towards you, his eyes asking for you to hold him. As you embraced him, the nurse walked out, giving you both privacy.
“Happy birthday, my love,” you said quietly, as he rested his head on your chest.
“What did you bring me?” came a quiet whine from underneath you. Laughing, you let go of the man and began to show him, one by one, the feast you had prepared for him.
The minute he laid his eyes upon them, his face broke into a childlike smile, waiting for you to complete plating his food so he could enjoy them.
After all, it had been a long time since his doctors allowed him to have something you brought for him. Within seconds of putting the food on the plate, it was gone. Not that you were complaining, but it was still a record for the man. Never had you seen him devour your cooking this fast.
“Slow down,” you had told him, but the man had all his attention focused on the food, too much to care for his wife.
The nurse didn’t let you stay in the room long after that. The authorities were a bit too strict about maintaining the rules for your liking, but it was okay.
With a last meaningful glance at each other, you exited the room to meet his doctor to complete the procedures for his discharge.
----
“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N,” your husband cries out loud from your embrace, and you hold him, rocking gently.
“But you promised you would hold on. What will I do without you?” you say, trying to hold back your tears.
Looking at you, he wipes the stray tears that have escaped. “I can’t live like this. It’s too much. I’m three surgeries in already, and I don’t see any hope anymore. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be. Plus, this place feels too suffocating for me to be in.”
Not being able to come up with a rebuttal, you just stay as you are, trying to understand why it has to be him who goes through so much pain while simultaneously pleading with some supernatural being to give you all his pain.
That night you both spend crying. But what has to be done will be done.
----
Minghao had been dancing most of his life. Even after he stopped being a professional dancer, he was a dancer at heart. The constant heart attacks that resulted in him being permanently attached to life support, along with the surgeries, killed him inside. They slowly murdered the dancer in him. He lost his sense of freedom, something he treasured the most.
It was then he realized nothing was worth his freedom, not even his life. So there you were, arguing with the doctor to let him be discharged, even though he was at high risk of having another heart attack and should be constantly monitored.
“I understand that, sir, but this is what my husband wants, so I would like you to prepare his discharge papers,” you said, persistent.
“Sure, ma’am. It will be done by tomorrow,” the doctor said reluctantly after realizing there was no winning with you.
After completing the procedure, you went back to your husband to give him the good news about going back home the next day. He looked happy. You could see it in his eyes, and you were happy for him.
If only you had known that the next day you would take your husband away from that hospital for good, but not in the way you had hoped to.
That night, Minghao suffered another attack, one that was hellbent on taking him away from you. It ended up succeeding.
As you sat there at the funeral home, beside the beautiful picture of your smiling husband, and with your son greeting the guests coming to pay their respects, you couldn’t help the tears from falling as you thought of the happy memories you both had shared and how even eternity was too little time for you to spend with him.
The End
Paring: The8x fem!reader
Requested: no
Genre: angst, established relationship, hint of fluff
Warning(s): themes of grief, loss, mourning and hospitalization (im not a doctor so please excuse my medical knowledge)
Summary: You never thought of your husbands life as fleeting. But time did its dutiful job of reminding you so.
Word count: 1.1k
Other works
Beta reader: none
disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.
a/n: I would greatly appreciate it if all of you could take a moment to comment on this fic. As an author, I find great value in your feedback, as it allows me to better comprehend my readers, and I thoroughly enjoy interacting with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcome, so don't hesitate to talk about this fic or send me an ask. Moreover, if you loved it, don't forget to reblog and help me reach a wider audience. So please dont be a silent reader.
[permanent taglist] [only for those interested, don’t fill the form otherwise]
You wore the baby blue dress, adorned your eyes with waterproof mascara, and got ready to go out. Your son shouted from the kitchen, “Mom, I packed one more hotteok for you. Have it with Dad. He will love it.”
Smiling at how thoughtful of a young man your son had grown up to be, you walked out of the bedroom to caress his head. “I will eat it. Don’t worry so much.”
The boy gave you a hug in return, promising to visit you with his wife sometime soon. After all, the girl was pregnant and would need as much care from you as possible during her pregnancy.
With that, you walked out, ready to meet your husband for his birthday lunch, which was packed in the heat-retaining bag with you. It was almost an hour’s drive to the place from where you lived. The commute never got easier, no matter the time or the day.
You got into the taxi; you were never one to learn driving. It was just not needed, as someone at your house was always there to help you commute, be it your husband or your son. So at times like this, you felt the absence of the skill.
But it was not like life didn’t go on. It was not something you wanted to change at this age. You were scared of banging the car into some random tree and feeling the wrath of your husband for causing damage to the love of his life, Vivian. Yes, that indeed was the name of the car. And yes, it was the great idea of your husband to name it so. Some might say you both didn’t have a daughter, but he would like to disagree with them, because you both obviously had Vivian. You sometimes suspected he loved that godforsaken car more than you.
The man was shameless enough to agree with those accusations, but he was too cute to argue with, so you let him be.
The time passed inside the car thinking about your husband, the times you both had spent together, all those rocky yet satisfying moments, and all those nights you both ditched all your friends and family to stay in together, basking in each other’s presence. It was one of those feelings that made you warm and mushy inside, no matter what.
----
“Do you think we will be together forever?” Minghao asks you. It's been a year since you both tied the knot after dating for two, and yet you still feel like your breath stops every time you see him. He just has that effect on you; it's not reasonable, but it's true.
“What do you mean? You are stuck with me. I will hold onto you no matter how much you try to escape!” you say as you pull him in for a kiss.
Satisfied with your answer, he happily goes back to doodling in his diary.
----
As you walked into the hospital, you gave the guard a kind smile, which he returned. After all, when you frequent a place long enough, you end up becoming acquainted with almost everyone who works there.
Quickly, you walked to your husband's cabin. As you entered the room, you could hear your lover whining at the nurse about something, a sound that immediately ceased as his eyes found you.
Without wasting any time, he stretched his arm towards you, his eyes asking for you to hold him. As you embraced him, the nurse walked out, giving you both privacy.
“Happy birthday, my love,” you said quietly, as he rested his head on your chest.
“What did you bring me?” came a quiet whine from underneath you. Laughing, you let go of the man and began to show him, one by one, the feast you had prepared for him.
The minute he laid his eyes upon them, his face broke into a childlike smile, waiting for you to complete plating his food so he could enjoy them.
After all, it had been a long time since his doctors allowed him to have something you brought for him. Within seconds of putting the food on the plate, it was gone. Not that you were complaining, but it was still a record for the man. Never had you seen him devour your cooking this fast.
“Slow down,” you had told him, but the man had all his attention focused on the food, too much to care for his wife.
The nurse didn’t let you stay in the room long after that. The authorities were a bit too strict about maintaining the rules for your liking, but it was okay.
With a last meaningful glance at each other, you exited the room to meet his doctor to complete the procedures for his discharge.
----
“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N,” your husband cries out loud from your embrace, and you hold him, rocking gently.
“But you promised you would hold on. What will I do without you?” you say, trying to hold back your tears.
Looking at you, he wipes the stray tears that have escaped. “I can’t live like this. It’s too much. I’m three surgeries in already, and I don’t see any hope anymore. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be. Plus, this place feels too suffocating for me to be in.”
Not being able to come up with a rebuttal, you just stay as you are, trying to understand why it has to be him who goes through so much pain while simultaneously pleading with some supernatural being to give you all his pain.
That night you both spend crying. But what has to be done will be done.
----
Minghao had been dancing most of his life. Even after he stopped being a professional dancer, he was a dancer at heart. The constant heart attacks that resulted in him being permanently attached to life support, along with the surgeries, killed him inside. They slowly murdered the dancer in him. He lost his sense of freedom, something he treasured the most.
It was then he realized nothing was worth his freedom, not even his life. So there you were, arguing with the doctor to let him be discharged, even though he was at high risk of having another heart attack and should be constantly monitored.
“I understand that, sir, but this is what my husband wants, so I would like you to prepare his discharge papers,” you said, persistent.
“Sure, ma’am. It will be done by tomorrow,” the doctor said reluctantly after realizing there was no winning with you.
After completing the procedure, you went back to your husband to give him the good news about going back home the next day. He looked happy. You could see it in his eyes, and you were happy for him.
If only you had known that the next day you would take your husband away from that hospital for good, but not in the way you had hoped to.
That night, Minghao suffered another attack, one that was hellbent on taking him away from you. It ended up succeeding.
As you sat there at the funeral home, beside the beautiful picture of your smiling husband, and with your son greeting the guests coming to pay their respects, you couldn’t help the tears from falling as you thought of the happy memories you both had shared and how even eternity was too little time for you to spend with him.
The End
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Genre: angst, established relationship, hint of fluff
Warning(s): themes of grief, loss, mourning and hospitalization (im not a doctor so please excuse my medical knowledge)
Summary: You never thought of your husbands life as fleeting. But time did its dutiful job of reminding you so.
Word count: 1.1k
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You wore the baby blue dress, adorned your eyes with waterproof mascara, and got ready to go out. Your son shouted from the kitchen, “Mom, I packed one more hotteok for you. Have it with Dad. He will love it.”
Smiling at how thoughtful of a young man your son had grown up to be, you walked out of the bedroom to caress his head. “I will eat it. Don’t worry so much.”
The boy gave you a hug in return, promising to visit you with his wife sometime soon. After all, the girl was pregnant and would need as much care from you as possible during her pregnancy.
With that, you walked out, ready to meet your husband for his birthday lunch, which was packed in the heat-retaining bag with you. It was almost an hour’s drive to the place from where you lived. The commute never got easier, no matter the time or the day.
You got into the taxi; you were never one to learn driving. It was just not needed, as someone at your house was always there to help you commute, be it your husband or your son. So at times like this, you felt the absence of the skill.
But it was not like life didn’t go on. It was not something you wanted to change at this age. You were scared of banging the car into some random tree and feeling the wrath of your husband for causing damage to the love of his life, Vivian. Yes, that indeed was the name of the car. And yes, it was the great idea of your husband to name it so. Some might say you both didn’t have a daughter, but he would like to disagree with them, because you both obviously had Vivian. You sometimes suspected he loved that godforsaken car more than you.
The man was shameless enough to agree with those accusations, but he was too cute to argue with, so you let him be.
The time passed inside the car thinking about your husband, the times you both had spent together, all those rocky yet satisfying moments, and all those nights you both ditched all your friends and family to stay in together, basking in each other’s presence. It was one of those feelings that made you warm and mushy inside, no matter what.
----
“Do you think we will be together forever?” Minghao asks you. It's been a year since you both tied the knot after dating for two, and yet you still feel like your breath stops every time you see him. He just has that effect on you; it's not reasonable, but it's true.
“What do you mean? You are stuck with me. I will hold onto you no matter how much you try to escape!” you say as you pull him in for a kiss.
Satisfied with your answer, he happily goes back to doodling in his diary.
----
As you walked into the hospital, you gave the guard a kind smile, which he returned. After all, when you frequent a place long enough, you end up becoming acquainted with almost everyone who works there.
Quickly, you walked to your husband's cabin. As you entered the room, you could hear your lover whining at the nurse about something, a sound that immediately ceased as his eyes found you.
Without wasting any time, he stretched his arm towards you, his eyes asking for you to hold him. As you embraced him, the nurse walked out, giving you both privacy.
“Happy birthday, my love,” you said quietly, as he rested his head on your chest.
“What did you bring me?” came a quiet whine from underneath you. Laughing, you let go of the man and began to show him, one by one, the feast you had prepared for him.
The minute he laid his eyes upon them, his face broke into a childlike smile, waiting for you to complete plating his food so he could enjoy them.
After all, it had been a long time since his doctors allowed him to have something you brought for him. Within seconds of putting the food on the plate, it was gone. Not that you were complaining, but it was still a record for the man. Never had you seen him devour your cooking this fast.
“Slow down,” you had told him, but the man had all his attention focused on the food, too much to care for his wife.
The nurse didn’t let you stay in the room long after that. The authorities were a bit too strict about maintaining the rules for your liking, but it was okay.
With a last meaningful glance at each other, you exited the room to meet his doctor to complete the procedures for his discharge.
----
“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N,” your husband cries out loud from your embrace, and you hold him, rocking gently.
“But you promised you would hold on. What will I do without you?” you say, trying to hold back your tears.
Looking at you, he wipes the stray tears that have escaped. “I can’t live like this. It’s too much. I’m three surgeries in already, and I don’t see any hope anymore. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be. Plus, this place feels too suffocating for me to be in.”
Not being able to come up with a rebuttal, you just stay as you are, trying to understand why it has to be him who goes through so much pain while simultaneously pleading with some supernatural being to give you all his pain.
That night you both spend crying. But what has to be done will be done.
----
Minghao had been dancing most of his life. Even after he stopped being a professional dancer, he was a dancer at heart. The constant heart attacks that resulted in him being permanently attached to life support, along with the surgeries, killed him inside. They slowly murdered the dancer in him. He lost his sense of freedom, something he treasured the most.
It was then he realized nothing was worth his freedom, not even his life. So there you were, arguing with the doctor to let him be discharged, even though he was at high risk of having another heart attack and should be constantly monitored.
“I understand that, sir, but this is what my husband wants, so I would like you to prepare his discharge papers,” you said, persistent.
“Sure, ma’am. It will be done by tomorrow,” the doctor said reluctantly after realizing there was no winning with you.
After completing the procedure, you went back to your husband to give him the good news about going back home the next day. He looked happy. You could see it in his eyes, and you were happy for him.
If only you had known that the next day you would take your husband away from that hospital for good, but not in the way you had hoped to.
That night, Minghao suffered another attack, one that was hellbent on taking him away from you. It ended up succeeding.
As you sat there at the funeral home, beside the beautiful picture of your smiling husband, and with your son greeting the guests coming to pay their respects, you couldn’t help the tears from falling as you thought of the happy memories you both had shared and how even eternity was too little time for you to spend with him.
The End
taking it slow | xu minghao
angst | 1.1k words | warnings: y/n gets a panic attack
an: and if i told you this was based off a dream i had a whole year ago?
These past few months had been an absolute mess for you. Missed deadlines, cracked phone, broken bag straps; you thought the world had already thrown its all at you. Clearly, you didn’t take into account your soulmate throwing himself at you too.
Ever since the day you bumped into Minghao at the train station– ever since the moment the offending red string materialised on your pinkies– it was like he was following you everywhere. The cafe? He was in line behind you. The grocery store? Minghao’s in the baking aisle, checking out a new brand of flour. In every encounter, he would try to approach you. The florist you work at? He was buying flowers for his mom (your heart melted a little at this- he was buying them just because). And in every encounter, you would try to run away.
Which was why you’re frustrated as to how he’s managed to corner you here: in an art gallery, in the middle of an exhibition. You were caged against the wall by Minghao as you were walking, hidden right behind a pair of potted plants.
(You find out later that he worked there. And that it was his exhibition that you were walking through. Of course, he works at the art gallery, you think.)
“Y/n, look at me.” Minghao’s hands grasped you by your shoulders. Head tilted, he tried to make eye contact, but your lowered head wasn’t doing much for him. He sighed. “Y/n, stop running away. You know you’ll have to face me sooner or later. Come on.”
You couldn’t. Looking at him meant you were accepting the fate that was destined for both of you. Soulmates?! The very thought of the universe forcing two strangers together for the rest of their lives made you feel queasy. Your commitment issues or lack thereof were quaking in their boots.
“Y/n,” his voice was softer this time. Gently, Minghao’s fingers cupped your chin in the warm embrace of his hand, his thumb caressing the soft curve beneath. With a tender touch, he lifted your chin, guiding your gaze upward. Your eyes met, yours already brimming with tears threatening to roll down anytime. It was a gesture so intimate and reassuring, as if he held not just your chin but also a delicate moment suspended in time.
He sighed as his thumb delicately swiped across your cheek. His touch, so warm and comforting that you had to fight the urge to lean into his palm. “Y/n,” he started once more.
“You’re important to me. I need you to know that.”
“You don’t even know me, Xu Minghao.”
“I know you like vanilla lattes. I know you prefer cats over dogs, and how you like lily of the valleys because they’re your birth flower.” The deadpan look on your face despite the dried streaks of tears elicited a small laugh from him. “I’ll take all the time in the world to get to know you. Please, Y/n. Can’t you see the red string on our hands?”
As if doused by cold water, you tore yourself away from his touch. Your eyes drifted down to where Minghao was referring to. Yes, that stupid red string was still connected to your hands. It had never disappeared, ever since you had first met Minghao all those months ago.
Of course, everyone has a soulmate; it wasn’t rare for people to meet their destined partner at all. However, that didn’t mean that all relationships the red string had helped to bind were happy ones. You’ve seen your fair share of people perpetually had their trust in their red strings of fate torn apart and broken. You didn’t want to put your all in a ‘destined’ relationship only for it to fall apart and ruin your life, just like all of theirs.
Anxiety gripped you like a relentless tide, each wave threatening to pull you under. Your breaths quickened, shallow and erratic, and your chest tightened with an overwhelming sense of dread. The world around you blurred as a suffocating sense of panic took hold.
“Hey, hey…” you didn’t notice when Minghao approached you again, but this time you let yourself melt in the comfort of his arms. His protective grip around you tightened as you felt yourself let go, slumping into his chest as sobs shook through your whole body. He continued holding you firmly, palms rubbing slow circles on your back as he whispered words of comfort in your ears.
Your fists clenched up against his chest, tears staining his carefully pressed shirt. Not that it mattered to him- comforting you was his top priority now. Minghao, ever loving, patted your hair, gentle whispers of “I’m right here,” and “it’s going to be okay,” every once in a while. It took you a while, but eventually, your sobs subsided into little hiccups and pants. Minghao looks down at you, using his sleeves to wipe away any more tears on your face. He couldn’t help himself; he chuckled a little upon seeing your pout. Even during a mental breakdown, you’re still the most precious thing in his eyes.
“S-sorry… I didn’t mean to…” Your hands betrayed your inner turmoil, fingers restlessly intertwining and then pulling away as if unable to find solace in each other's company. Minghao took it upon himself to separate them by intertwining his slender fingers with yours. “It’s okay. You’re fine. I’m right here.”
His thumb traced gentle circles on the back of your hand, a silent language of comfort and connection. Each gentle brush carried a whisper of comfort that was beyond words. The world outside vanished in that little instant, and the simple, tender gesture spoke volumes about the unspoken bond you clearly shared.
Minghao cleared his throat, catching your attention once again. “I’m aware… that you don’t like the whole idea of soulmates. I’m still interested in you, and I’d love to get to know you more. As friends! We don’t have to date if you don’t want to.
“I’m glad the red string brought you to me. I don’t think I’ll be able to live with myself if I let you go.” He chuckled, a pained expression despite the loving smile on his face. “What I’m trying to say is: I’ll take responsibility for everything. Please, Y/n. Trust me. Give me a chance. Don’t just push me away like this.”
Your silence was deafening to him. Still, Minghao waited patiently for you, rubbing slow circles on the back of your hands. You couldn’t phantom how someone could have so much love for a person they barely knew, yet Xu Minghao exceeded your expectations over and over again. You sighed, finally giving in to his puppy-dog eyes.
“Okay,” you breathed. “Friends first.”
He heaved a sigh of relief, heart already swelling with affection for you. He nodded.
“Friends first.”
In the name of Love
“Xu Minghao one shot”
Pairing: Xu Minghao x female reader
Genre: Angst
Warnings: mcd (major character death), mentions of suicide, drowning, ocean, choking, jumping off a rooftop
Word count: 2.9K
Author’s Note: I DO NOT SUPPORT or ENCOURAGE suicide or any self harm in any way. And if you are uncomfortable in any of these tags, please don’t read.
Happy reading :)
It was the few days before summer came in full blow. The nights were still cold but the afternoons were warm, leading people to come out of their houses and play with the warm sand.
It was nearing spring, but my heart felt stuck in eternal winter.
I looked at the pink and white card on my desk, taunting me with its content.
The reason for the numbness I was willing into my heart.
“I want us to have a green and beige-themed wedding, it’d look so pretty. Right, Minghao?”
Just when I had thought that my heart was unfeeling and my eyes had cried all its tears out, the ache in my chest as the memories flooded through my brain, I realized maybe I would never be able to let her go.
Maybe it was my destiny to live the unrequited love while the love of my life went and got married to the one man I had considered my best friend.
Mingyu and Abhi.
The two people I had trusted the most, didn’t only go behind my back but also are going to start their new lives together as a wedded couple while I am left behind to pick up the thorns of their roses.
“Come on Minghao, are you really jealous of your best friend? He’s the one who I have thought of as a brother since we met. You are the one I have always loved”
Lies.
It was all pretty lies that somehow he had believed because he was blinded by love and now, here he is.
Minghao is alone in this room while the entire town is at their wedding.
It grows hotter and hotter as Minghao’s brain is filled with the moments of their betrayal.
Going to Mingyu’s home and finding Abhi there, cooking for him.
Seeing them hanging out at the club through their Instagram stories.
Their parents always being super close with each other and have dinners on a regular basis.
Minghao knows he should have known. He should have realized the truth when it was right in front of him but he was too blinded by love and too trusting.
He had loved Abhi and trusted Mingyu and in return, he received lies and betrayal.
The sadness was gone, what remained now was the anger.
How dare they play him like that?
How dare they lie to him for 4 years?
This was it.
Minghao wanted answers.
Why did Abhi not tell him she had fallen for his best friend? Why the act?
Minghao rushed to his car.
He had decided not to go to their wedding but he needed some kind of answer or else he was afraid he was going to go crazy.
Minghao hurries to the basement of the building and drives out in a rush.
The wedding location is 2 hours away and the wedding is in 3 hours.
He is sure he can get some answers before the marriage takes place.
“We should get the gardenias for our wedding. It's really pretty.”
“Minghao we should name our child based on stars. Two cuties born from love and adoration.”
“Minghao, I love you”
“Yes! A hundred thousand times Yes. I will marry you”
“I have to get married to Mingyu”
Tears threatened to fall as he recalled all the moments he had spent with Abhi.
It was still painful. It was still confusing.
To him, Abhi was the one.
He still cannot imagine a life without her so why? Why did she leave him?
Why was she marrying someone else when she knew Minghao wouldn’t be able to live without her?
‘Why did you do that Abhi? Was my love not enough?’
The place where the wedding was supposed to take place was pretty just as he had thought it to be.
But it was all wrong.
Instead of beige and green, it was white and lavender.
Instead of gardenias, there were orchids.
Instead of Minghao and Abhi, it was Mingyu and Abhi.
The pain bloomed once again as he saw photos of his ex-best friend and girlfriend, smiling at each other, excited to start their new lives.
“Minghao?” He sees the person in front of him. It was Ira, Abhi’s elder sister. “What are you doing here?”
“I was invited?”
Ira visibly pales “I know. I just thought you wouldn’t actually attend the wedding.”
Minghao bursts out laughing. “And why is that? It is after all the wedding ceremony of two people who are so perfectly made for each other. Both are so pro in betraying others.”
Minghao knows it’s not Ira’s fault but he’s too angry to speak nicely to anyone.
“It's now what you think it is. Abhi-”
“Leave it. I don’t want to hear any excuses.”
Minghao walks away from Ira. He knows he is being disrespectful, but he really doesn’t want to hear any excuses from others.
What he wants are answers, directly from Abhi.
Thankfully Minghao doesn't encounter anyone else on the way to the dressing room and barges straight into the “For Bride” hall.
He notices the perfume the first thing he opens the door. It’s hers.
Nostalgia hits him as he realizes how much he missed her scent.
But also, how it reminds him of her betrayal.
The smell that used to make him feel calm, now only ignites embers of betrayal and broken promises.
Then he sees her, sitting in front of the mirror.
She’s just as stunning as he had imagined her to be in all of his fantasies and Minghao momentarily forgets why he was there.
The white dress, the veil, the diamond glowing against her skin. She looked like the prettiest girl in the world.
“Minghao?” Her voice broke my stupor, bringing back all the bad memories of her betrayal and the reason why I was here.
“Are you really here?”For some reason, Minghao sees her face transform from pale sadness to hopefulness. He knows he shouldn't care but his instincts force him to go near her, comfort her and not say a word that might hurt her.
He ignores the pang in his chest.
“Why are you so surprised? Weren’t you the one who sent me the invite?” The hope in her eyes dulls.
“Did you even open it? The invite?”
Minghao feels the anger coming back. He steps closer to her. “And why would I do that? So that you can laugh about how you made a fool of me and my love for you? No Abhi, I did not open the invite because I was not interested in it at all.”
Minghao sees as tears fall out of her eyes but he’s too far gone to care at the moment.
“Did you really think I was here to bless your marriage and congratulate the people who betrayed me? Or did you think I was here to get fooled by you two once again?”
“Minghao, you have to listen to me.”
“NO! YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME MRS ABHIRA MINGYU KIM.” I knew it was bad, I knew I was out of control, but I had lost all my semblance of control since the day I woke up and heard news about these two. And it was not directly from them. Not only was I betrayed, but I wasn’t even important enough to know the truth. But I refused to be disrespected anymore.
“So tell me, Abhi, since when have you been going behind my back and hooking up with my so-called best friend? Since when the two of you have been laughing at my loyalty?”
“Minghao please calm down and listen to me. Please.”
“The only thing I want to listen to is the reason you had to do this. Why didn’t you just tell me you liked him? Did you think I wouldn’t have understood you falling for him while being with me? Or did cheating on me give you some sick kind of pleasure?”
“Minghao please you are hurting me” He saw the scrunch on Abhi’s face and then looked down to see the grip he had on her arm. He immediately let go, the distraction somewhat dissipating his anger.
“Not more than how you hurt me.”
Minghao turned as he realized it was not worth it anymore. If she really wanted to be married to Mingyu, he’d give her that.
It was his last gift to her, his first and only love.
“Get married to Mingyu, Abhi. But don’t ever show your face to me. This is my last consideration to both of you”
Minghao walked out of the hall, ignoring the cries of Abhi who wanted him to listen to her.
But really, nothing remained to be said or heard.
Minghao straight away went to get his car, ignoring everything that was happening around him, and before he knew it, he was on the road, hitting 70 miles per hour.
His phone kept blaring but he ignored it all until his eyes were burning from the impact of the air and tears.
45 missed calls from Mingyu.
33 missed calls from Ira.
1 missed call from Abhi.
Minghao got hit by dread.
For some reason, an ominous feeling hit him, and he knew it in his heart. Something bad has happened.
Very bad.
His phone blares again and this time it's not Mingyu or Ira or Abhi.
It's Charles, his secretary.
Minghao feels his heart stop beating.
Something very bad has happened.
Very very bad.
He answers the call.
“Charles..?”
Minghao is unable to talk.
“Mr Minghao where have you been? Mr Mingyu has been wanting to reach out to you for the past hour.”
“Tell him he doesn’t have anything he can say that will mend our relationship. He is a betrayer and I will never forgive him or Abhi-”
“Miss Abhira passed away.”
The world goes pin drop silence as Minghao feels his eardrums ring. No way did he hear it right.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?”
“Miss Abhira Ranawat took her own life. She jumped from the rooftop of her wedding venue and was pronounced dead while being transferred to the hospital due to a rupture of all internal organs.”
Minghao couldn’t concentrate on what Charles was saying anymore.
He couldn’t concentrate on where he was going.
Abhi….
Dead.
No.
Dead..?
No way.
It can…
It ain’t…
It’s not true.
No. Abhi cannot be dead.
She cannot die.
She’s not dead.
He doesn’t believe it.
HE CAN'T BELIEVE IT.
HE REFUSES TO BELIEVE IT.
The air feels thick and impossible to intake as Minghao dials Ira’s number.
The phone rings for 3 dials before he hears Ira’s voice.
“YOU BASTARD. WHAT? WHAT DID YOU EVER SAY TO MY BABY SISTER THAT MADE HER DO THIS? I WILL NEVER FORIVE YOU. I SWEAR I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU.”
Before he can reply, Minghao hears another voice.
“Minghao…”
Minghao feels dread fill his heart which twists the organ.
“Tell me it’s not true.”
The voice that comes out is way too calm for how he is feeling.
But he hopes, he wishes, he prays to all Gods above for Mingyu to ascertain that it’s not true.
That Abhi is still….
That she is still living and her heart is still beating.
He will do anything, forgive her, give her anything and everything she wants, as long as what he heard was not true.
“Her last wish was for you to read the letter.”
And just like that, Minghao’s entire world collapses.
No.
“You are lying…”
“I so wish I was…You don’t even realize how much”
Minghao doesn’t even cut the call. It just falls out of his hand as they lose all strength.
She’s dead.
Abhi is dead.
Minghao remembers all the bad things he told her… All the blame…
He remembers her tears and curses himself.
Why?
WHY?
Why did he have to do that?
Why did he treat her like that?
If she wanted to marry Mingyu, he should have just let her.
Why did he have to go and ruin her like that?
At least she would have been alive.
At least his world wouldn’t have ended.
WHY
WHY DID SHE TAKE HIS WORDS SO SERIOUSLY?
“I thought you read the letter…That’s why you are here..”
Minghao opens the wedding cursed invitation and a white paper falls out of it.
His tears make it difficult to read the words inked but by the time he completes reading it, his tears stop.
Instead, his world blackens.
The sun? It’s not there.
The people laughing? They are taunts in his ears which can hear everything clearly.
His heart stops but he is still breathing.
He shouldn’t.
He cannot.
He must not breathe, not when he is the reason Abhi is not breathing anymore.
He deserves to be punished.
More importantly, he refuses to live in a world where Abhi doesn’t exist.
Minghao is in auto mode as his legs walk towards the vast ocean that is in front of him.
He should have just let her get married to Mingyu.
Minghao knew he never deserved Abhi…He should have just stayed in the hotel.
He should have read the letter.
He should have listened when she was trying to explain.
Why was he so prideful?
Why was he so stupid?
Why did he let a girl like Abhi was the form of sunshine take, such a drastic step?
Why did Abhi just not slap him instead when he was blaming her?
The cold water broke his stupor and his body’s defense mechanism was forcing him to get out but he pushed through it.
He was a killer.
A murderer who forced the death of his own love.
He needs to be punished.
The first taste of the ice-cold salty ocean water awakened his brain but his heart had long since shut down.
He needs to bear the pain.
His hands and legs start kicking as water enters his lungs, burning his windpipe and begging him to swim out.
He should not live.
A few seconds later he feels his body going numb from the lack of oxygen and his brain is dark. But at the end of darkness, he sees light. It’s small but definite.
The coldness is no longer there.
Instead, he feels warm.
The light dissipates the darkness and warmth covers him.
“Minghao please don’t do this.”
The voice tells him as he feels himself floating in the air instead of water.
“I have to. I need to.”
“Minghao please…”
“No Abhi. I cannot live in a world where you don’t exist. Don’t tell me to do the impossible.”
“But I did that so you can live peacefully…”
“I am sorry you felt like that. That is why I need to be punished.”
“NO”
“I will meet you soon Abhi. After I atone for my sins, I will meet you and I will give you all the happiness you deserve. Just be happy till then.”
“Minghao please, stop.”
“I have made up my mind.”
“Let’s meet in another life”
Wake up
Type: Angst, a bit of Fluff
{Minghao wakes up after a “acquaintances with benefits” encounter with you}
Minghao POV
Something was warming my skin. Not like the warmth, I felt of you last night but rather the heat of the sun. My eyes felt heavy but I forced them open. My vision, clouded, but a few blinks fixed that.
I was staring at the morning sun through the window, I should be admiring this beautiful view but my mind kept traveling back to last night. Remembering every moment of ecstasy and pleasure, I almost feel guilty.
Guilty for not getting to know you, for us not getting closer beforehand, for not knowing you. But I couldn’t change that now could I?
I turned my back to the sun, my back now feeling the warmth my face felt moments ago.
Now I was facing you and I didn’t care that we were nude, I didn’t feel any compulsion of wanting to relive yesterday like I did as I replayed it before I turned to you.
Instead, my eyes traced your face, trying to ingrain the memory of every detail of your face into my mind. You weren’t super-model gorgeous, no instead a piece of art and art isn’t always supposed to look beautiful it’s supposed to make you feel something, you made me feel something.
I memorized every wrinkle, acne scar, and pimple. I memorized the way strands of your hair would fall every time you snored. I never considered myself as someone who would fall so quickly in love, I don’t even know if this is “love”.
I placed my hand on your waist underneath the blanket and moved closer to you. I pulled my other hand from underneath me and began tracing the features of your face, lightly so I don’t wake you up.
From your eyes to your nose to your lips-
I suddenly felt the warmth of the sun again on my face. I held my eyes shut closely hoping it wasn’t as I thought, but sure enough, it was. I desperately tried to fall back asleep and continue that beautiful dream of you.
But no, the dream was over.
You weren’t by my side, I wasn’t tracing your face, my hand wasn't on your waist. Instead, I turned around to my bed empty and my clothes on the floor, and you not in sight. The scent of your perfume still lightly embedded in my furniture.
I heard the door close and I pushed myself to get up even if my body wanted to rest still. I hurried and put on my underwear and shirt, hoping I could catch you before the elevator door closed.
I ran like hell to try and catch you, almost tripping on my neighbor's package they failed to pick up yesterday afternoon. Just as I got down to the end of the hall the elevator doors were already 3/4 of the way closed but you saw me still and I hoped you would push the button to reopen the door but you didn’t.
I walked back to my apartment in defeat, mentally hitting myself for not getting your number or not waking up earlier. I sat on my couch ignoring my empty stomach that growled at me, only thinking of you. Just as I was going to try and go back to sleep and dream of you there was a knock on my door.
I didn’t bother checking the monitor to see who it was, not caring anyways because you were already gone. I opened the door with my head hung low not wanting to see anyone right now.
“I think I can stay longer... I didn’t think I’d wake you up, sorry.”
My knees went week hearing your voice and I really hoped this wasn’t another dream. That thought was diminished when I looked up and saw you standing there, I fought my every nerve to not hug you.
“No no I’m just glad you came back..”