strings & bullets┃hajeongwoo (under revision)

〚 ch: eleven 〛

after a few days had passed since haruto's constant visit, the doctor which is doyoung, informed them that jeongwoo's condition had improved. he's showing signs of consciousness, and jeongwoo will soon be able to open his eyes. he also told them to keep doing what they're doing to jeongwoo, but it's haruto's doing. they noticed the man would come around 2 pm, so they would pretended to go to the cafeteria before coming to a halt in a corner. haruto is very obvious when he's outside the room, he'd walk back and forth, his head peeking inside, and they would only laughed.

"why is your uh friends leaving around 2 in the afternoon?" haruto asked, wondering why he'd come here at 2 and the two of the officer's friend is not here.

he then shrugged and clapped his hand in excitement, "guess what? i'm not supposed to have one but i told mashiho hyung to buy me one and i was glad he said yes. i can finally play some music for you, should i uh.. sing a song for you too?"

of course the officer won't respond because he's still unconscious so haruto only nodded and opened his phone, browsing for some music to play for the younger. he then decided to look up for a song recommended for persons in a coma, he saw one of adele's song and remembered how beautiful adele's voice is. he then searched the internet for one of adele's songs and settled on "when we were young" because he heard it was good. he placed it near jeongwoo, then grabbed jeongwoo's hand and placed it on his forehead, just as he did when he first visited the officer.

"should i tell you about my day?" he squeezed his hand, the song playing on the background.

"i got discharged today, the doctor said i can go home now that i'm feeling better." he sighed and squeezed the officer's hand again, he then placed jeongwoo's hand on the bed. he rested his arm beside him and considered intertwining their fingers, but quickly dismissed the idea. "because i can't say no, the driver picked me up and we went home. i just snuck out even though father told me i'm not allowed to go outside anymore." after his father told him he can't go outside, he was in disbelief.

so he didn't say anything and locked himself in his room until 2 pm. he has no idea how he managed to successfully sneak out of his house full of guards.

"i'm doomed once my father finds out" he scratched his ear, "my friends doesn't know that i'm here, and if you're wondering. my house is far from here, but i'm glad my mom gave me money and i was able to pay for the fare," he sighed, "but my mom isn't here, she's in japan and i miss her so much"

"im glad I talked to you for days now, i felt better after talking about what i feel. but i'm still sorry for what happened back then" he said as he slowly reached for jeongwoo's hand again, squeezing it.

"and uh sorry if I'm talking too much about my family. so, how's it going? i learned about your condition from one of the doctors." as he stared at him, he wondered when jeongwoo would show signs of waking up in front of him.

"could you please squeeze my hand?" he hoped for a response from jeongwoo, but when he didn't, he cleared his throat and decided to ask.

"do you know who I am?" jeongwoo was unresponsive when he squeezed his hand.

he sighed "why? okay, i've been talking to you for days jeongwoo. hello, my name is haruto" there was no reaction, only silence. he finds it funny that he's introducing himself

"do you know that i'm-no. it's still snowing outside, do you enjoy winter?" he asked, this time more cheerfully. he squeezed his hand once more. no response

"i guess you don't. hey, it's christmas in five days. you should wake up so we can, i mean you can celebrate christmas with your friends." he bit his lower lip and didn't notice when the music stopped. he didn't have anyone to celebrate christmas with him unless his father allowed a friend to join him. his soulmate, the idea of celebrating with a soulmate is different. he wanted to tell him he wants to spend christmas with the younger, but he stopped himself.