blueish sun

“yes, it’s me. is my wife okay?”

“i am sad to inform you that your wife’s general condition has deteriorated.” yunho felt his throat tighten, jaw clenching. “she has been asking for you.” yunho nodded, more like to himself, before he told the nurse that he was on his way to the hospital.

yunho’s heart was beating so fast, he could feel it in his throat as he walked into the hospital. the stench of it penetrating his nose and giving him a grim feeling. he always hated hospitals. as he walked by a flower shop, his eyes fell onto the beautiful pink tulips, your favorite.

his hands felt clammy as he stood in the elevator, waiting until it reached his desired floor, the tulips in his hands. “floor 24,” the elevator lady echoed, announcing yunho’s arrival. as soon as the doors opened, he walked to the receptionist and asked them about you.

“yes, you may go into her room.” yunho nodded with a soft smile, walking into the direction of your room. “uhm, sir,” he stopped, turning around to meet the receptionist. “it might be any moment now,” she whispered, “she doesn’t have much left, i’m afraid.” yunho swallowed the thick lump in his throat as he tried to process the lady’s words, nodding.

with a soft knock on the door, yunho opened the door to your room, a soft hello falling from his dry lips. “yunho,” you whispered, a smile tugging on the edges of your pale lips. you reached put a shaky hand towards your husband, the golden ring shimmering in the late afternoon sun that was shining into the room. your husband took long strides toward you, taking your hand in his larger one. “my yunho,” you said, your voice fragile. “i’ve missed you.” he laid a soft kiss onto your forehead, putting the pink tulips onto your lap.

“got your favorite,” he whispered against your skin, his other hand that wasn’t holding your hand now on your cheek. his soft kissed trailed down along your temple and stopped at the corner of your lips. “i love you, (y/n).” your sigh of contentment made yunho’s heart flutter.

“tell me about your day,” you said, your eyes looking in his. “please.”

so, yunho talked. he told you about his day, about his friends, about everything that happened around him. he told you how wooyoung broke into kyungmoon’s apartment just to play with joy. and he loved every second of how he would see your eyes light up in excitement and the soft squeeze of your hand around his when you softly laughed at his and his friends antics.

time went by so fast that yunho couldn’t bare to leave you. it was already 9pm and visiting hours were over. “i don’t want to leave,” he whispered, tears springing into his eyes. you cooed, your hand caressing his cheek. “but i have to.” you smiled, tapping the space on your lap.

“i know, yunho.” you said, the smile never leaving your lips. “i know i don’t have much longer. so, please, spend this night with me like the old times. this one last time.”

“(y/n), don’t talk like this is the last time i’ll ever see you.” his voice was trembling, so were his fingers.

“do me this one last favor, yunho.” it never took you long to convince yunho, especially not in the state you were in right now. he would give you the moon and the stars with his bare hands if he could. and with a soft nod, he laid his head onto your lap, tears sliding down his temple as your fingers caressed his hair. “i love you, don’t you ever forget that. you were the best thing that has ever happened to me, and i am happy to spend my last days with you, jeong yunho.” he felt you move under him before he felt your soft lips on his temple. “goodnight, my yunho.”

your hand laid limply in his hair, not moving from its place, and your chest has stopped moving up and down. he couldn’t hear your breath anymore. you were gone. yunho choked on his own sobs as he buried his face into your lap, sobs wrenching their way out of his lungs as his body trembled with every breath he tried to take. his hands were clutching the duvet that was loosely around your legs, trying to keep you warm. his tears were staining the sheets as he buried his head deeper into your lap, feeling lightheaded at the lack of oxygen, but he didn’t care.

you were his oxygen, and without you, he didn’t have any left.

after spending the night at the hospital with mingi by his side, he walked out of the hospital with the pink tulips still bright and colorful.

“are you sure you’re okay?” his friend asked, a hand sitting on yunho’s shoulder. said man just nodded, no energy left in him anymore. dark shadows were decorating his pale skin and reddened cheeks. “if you need anything, just call me, yeah?” mingi hugged him, patting his back. “i’ve got you.”

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