Chanhee’s knees kissed the ground the moment the medical team pushed his wife into the operating theatre. He couldn’t think straight. The monotonous beep was still ringing in his ears and his wife’s current condition unknown. Everything was a blurry mess of chaos the moment Byunghun’s heartbeat stopped as Hyuna started barking commands loudly while the nurses worked to transport him to the theatre.

He didn’t know what to think.

Byunghun...

What if Byunghun just left him like this? Chanhee couldn’t live without his wife. Without Byunghun, all that remains of Chanhee would just be the deceiving hollow soul that reflected in the tear-stained glass, the marks leaving no room to see his true self anymore. He would just be a shell of a man.

He buries his face into his hands muffling a defeated scream as he finally broke down, tears running endlessly down his face, dominated by a profound sadness. Fatigue clearly engraved on his worn face. The said had after all, spent several sleepless nights trying to look after Byunghun. The sorrow grew more profound each time he thinks about the younger, how his wife never failed to smile through the most painful of times and how his tiny frame fit perfectly in Chanhee’s arms.  

Byunghun, you’ve always been a strong fighter. So full of life. You will get past this too… Right?

“Chanhee-sshi”

Chanhee sniffs and wipes his tear stained cheeks with the back of his hand roughly as he cleared his throat, seeing Hyuna with a melancholic expression on her face standing right in front of him with her right hand held out to him and her left safely tucked in the pock