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A few hours later, the doctors let you take Youngjae home. Jaejoong drove the two of you back. He carried Youngjae into the apartment.

You quickly opened the bedroom door and opened the covers.

Jaejoong gently laid Youngjae on the bed.

You pulled the covers over him and brushed his cheek. The color was sort of coming back to his face now. Still, you couldn’t help but be ‘over’-worried as a mother.

Jaejoong looked around the room. It was filled with pictures and stickers of airplanes and rockets, “I never realized there are so many airplanes in his room. Even his pajamas are airplanes.”

“Youngjae wants to be a pilot when he grows up.” You said absentmindedly as you his cheek. You looked up at Jaejoong, “By the way, I never got to thank you. If it wasn’t for you, Youngjae wouldn’t have been able to be saved…Thank you.” You sincerely said.

He softened, “You don’t have to be. I did what I had to do as a father. I’m just glad I was here to help.”

You looked at Youngjae worriedly, “I hope he’ll get better soon. The doctor warned of symptoms turning extreme later.” “He’ll be fine.” Jaejoong never got tired of assuring you that.

You looked at him, “You can go now. Don’t you have work tomorrow?”

Jaejoong grabbed a small chair and pulled it next to you. He sat down, “I do but I don’t care. My place right now,” *And forev