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It was spring, the season of cherry blossoms. Chanyeol gazes out of his hospital window, admiring the view for the millionth time during his stay. With the different assortment of cherry blossom trees, covered with full disorderly blooms, with pinkish-colored clouds stuck in clusters around the branches. The light wind drafting away the flowers, making the petals flutter like small fragments of tinted light flickering in the breeze, the beauty of the season bursting everywhere.  

A single petal flutters its way into his room, landing calmly on his lap. Chanyeol slowly picks up the pink petal, admiring its beauty. It’s been almost three months since his accident and he is still stuck in the hospital. The doctors insisted that he stay, he might be physically better, alphas do cure like monsters, but mentally, he isn’t. Everyone was worried that the accident might have caused him trauma, thanks to his previous experiences, and also, the fact that he can’t play soccer anymore is too much to sink in. Yes, it was hard. He admits it. Soccer was his everything and losing his ability to set foot once again onto that field is agonizing. But he is fine now, he had enough time, three freaking months to sink in that fact and he more or less had accepted it. He understands that his friends and family are worried for him but man it is boring as hell in this hospital.

Chanyeol sighs, plopping his head into his hands as he pulls out JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Part-8, Vol.4, and resumes reading the manga from where he had left behind. Don’t get him wrong, he loves JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure seriously, but he had read them so many times that he is starting to get fed up.

He sighs once again when he here his hospital room door slide open, expecting a nurse to come in and nag him to take his medicines once again. But instead of the nurse’s annoying voice greeting him, he gets a sports backpack slammed into his lap.

“Ouch, man I am injured.” Chanyeol hisses, knowing fully well who his aggressor was, the scent of familiar sandalwood assaulting his nose.

He gets a scoff as a reply as JongIn grabs a nearby chair and plops down into it.

“Change, we are sneaking out.”

“What??”

“I bought you a hoodie and khaki pants to change, we need to go.”

“JongIn, I don’t think you realize but I am currently admitted to a hospital after breaking my limbs, I can’t walk.”

“Try again”

“Ok, maybe I can walk now, but I am admitted here and people will search for me if I sneak out”

“Worry no more, I got it covered.” JongIn claps his hands and a young boy around his age and height pops into the room.

“Is that….”

“Yes, your imposter. He will be taking your place while we sneak out. I am paying him hour-wise. You are going to record some bull like I am tired, I am sleeping so don’t disturb me for a while and so that he can play it if someone tries to poke you.” JongIn mutters nonchalantly as he throws him a recorder.

“JongIn, I am not sure if it’s a good idea.” Chanyeol hesitates and JongIn sighs.

JongIn stands up abruptly and pulls out some slips of papers from his pockets before throwing them into his lap.

Chanyeol looks down and gasps. They are the VIP tickets to the soccer match between his favorite teams.

“It’s England Vs Korea, you sure you still don’t wanna go?” JongIn gives him a cocky smile, knowing full well that he just pulled out the ultimate card. 

Chanyeol sighs, a bit annoyed that damn, JongIn knows him too well. He grunts, hopping down from his hospital bed and slightly limping into the washroom to change.

Sneaking out was easy, with his hoodie and mask covering his face; nobody really cared who he was. He wasn’t limping either. The doctors had removed his cast a few days ago so he is all fine. JongIn was giving him a hand and that’s it, he didn’t need any crutches. They hop into JongIn’s Ferrari as they drive to the venue. Chanyeol falls asleep at some point during the ride, finding it relaxing to get out of that boring hospital. When JongIn wakes him up, he gets out of the car and finds him in the least expected place.

“What… are we doing in an airport??”

“Going to see the match.”

“Not at the airport.”

“Not at the airport. The match’s going to happen in a stadium. Obviously. Which by the way, is not in Korea, we are flying to Tokyo.”

JongIn comes round the car, giving Chanyeol a hand and helping him towards the awaiting flight.

“That’s a private jet.” Chanyeol states and JongIn nods.

“Yep, that’s a private jet.”

“Aaand you just happen to rent one.”

“Nope, my dad bought me one.”

“Uh-ha, and how exactly did you ask him to buy you a private jet?”

“I didn’t ask him for one. I just told him to rent me one. But when I told him I am going to sneak you out to go with me to this soccer match, he got too excited and just bought me one instead, apparently, he wants our first international sneak out to be memorable or whatever.” JongIn snigger.

“Wait, you just told your father that you are sneaking me out!!??”

“Yep, he was suuuper excited about it. Told me that he did the same when Joongki uncle got into an accident. He sneaked out with your father to go watch a soccer match as well. Was giving him all that nostalgia. Looks like the Kim’s exist to take care of the Park’s sanity.”  JongIn chuckles, grabbing his Daiquiri that the air hostess just bought along with his Bellini. This brat even prepared his favorite mocktail. Chanyeol sneers out with a smile. JongIn doesn’t have to verbally comfort him, his gestures, actions, and these small details that he cares about are enough for Chan to get the message.

When they got back after a satisfying show, the hospital was on fire. Not surprisingly enough, they got caught. His father was making a huge fuss in the middle of the hospital and the only one that could settle him down was Minho. He made a call from the US and took all the blame upon himself, reassuring his best friend. Once he calms down, he hugs his son and his best friend’s son for a good five minutes. After all, Park Joongki is a family man and he loves his son. JongIn does get a knock on his head, but Joongki was glad, that just like how he had Minho, his Chanyeol has JongIn. He hopes that it stays the same. Forever and ever.

***

 It was a peaceful Sunday morning, with the morning sun seeping into the condo and lightening up the mess made in the living room. Blankets and pillows were lying around after last night’s show, bottles of empty beer cans and popcorn, and fried chicken cartons lying around. Amid all that mess sat JongIn, Indian style on the carpeted floor with his bowl of piping hot Haejang-guk in front of him on the coffee table as he leans back onto the couch seat. Behind him sat Kyungsoo, one leg plopped under his other thigh, the other dangling by JongIn’s side, a bag of Korean rice puffs plopped into his lap, Mochi sitting beside him on the couch, nibbling onto a rice crisp, all three of them absorbed into the soap opera running on the TV. 

It was the most awaited weekend for JongIn. After all those busy days spent in the office for his project, he finally got some time to breathe.  They had gone out shopping the other day, JongIn helpi