count on me┃jaeyong

⌜ forty two ⌟

❝mom,❞ taeyong let out a groan, puckering his lips at how his mother just took the plates from his hands. ❝i can do it on my own!❞

❝just go back to bed and let me do the work.❞ his own mother then scolded him, guiding her son back to his unoccupied bed.

the way she treated him like a disable made the male sulk. ❝the doctor told me that i can move from time to time.❞

❝but that doesn't mean he advised you to.❞ opening the bathroom door, the mother continued to grumble as she went on to wash their dishes after a bountiful lunch they had.

❝i'm still breathing, wouldn't that matter more—❞ taeyong was cut off from his point when his mother's stern voice was heard.

and it was a warning for her son to stop pushing the idea of him roaming around just because he was told he'll be fine to do so. he might still be stable now, but he is still a patient that needs strict maintenance. ❝don't be stubborn, lee taeyong.❞

calling his full name got him real good, making him zip his mouth and sulk like a kid. being bored out of his mind, he then stared up to the ceiling before laying his back down gently. the hospital is putting him to boredom, the food is tasteless, and doing the same cycle over and over again. well, it's no different from waking up, eat, go to school, go home, go to bed. but hearing johnny's dad jokes and seeing jaehyun always makes his day. and then there's yuta, someone who won't stop sending him random messages in the middle of classes.

❝speaking of messages,❞ he took his phone and let out a soft whine. ❝neither of them gave me one, they must be busy.❞

❝taeyong!❞

throwing his phone back on to the table, the said male jolted from the bed. ❝mom?❞

❝has jaehyun not called you yet?❞ she then came out with plates in her hand and even washed up the tray that belonged to the hospital. 

looking clueless, taeyong tilted his head to the side. ❝why would he?❞ usually, he would call from time to time but maybe he just got a little bit busy today and he completely understands that.

❝he said he would come to look after you today.❞ the mother arranged the glasses and utensils they owned and they had borrowed from the hospital.

❝he'll come late today, he still has classes and not to mention, practices—❞

❝sorry, was i taking too long?❞

both the mother and taeyong then snapped their heads towards the door that was swung opened, and showed a panting jaehyun while holding on to his dear bag. while the mother was unfazed by his arrival, the son had his jaw dropped at the sight of him being there. he could have sworn that he still had classes right now.