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Come Back Home - The8/Minghao

Word Count: 2,222

Genre: Angst/Fluff (when will I stop writing in this genre lol)

Summary: Minghao gets into an accident and is in a coma shortly after his wife tells him that she is pregnant

A/N: one of the first fics I’m posting that ISNT the first draft. I’m trying not to be so impulsive with my posts now to provide better quality content! So I hope you enjoy, I worked really hard on it!

It should be peaceful watching him sleep but the tension in the air is suffocating. You’d been seeing the same scene, over and over again for the past few months. Was it 3 or 4? You had lost track already. Spending as much time as you possibly could with your husband.

It could be worse.

At least that’s what everyone’s trying to convince you. And honestly you thought it couldn’t get worse when he was all mummified in bandages, but as they slowly unravelled and stitches got removed, the reality sank in deeper. Minghao was comatose.

There was a longing in your heart for his hand around your waist whenever you travelled together. His warm, plush lips on yours every morning as you woke up, legs tangled with the sheets and with each other’s. The heat of his body warmth against yours during a movie marathon that you barely paid attention to. All replaced by the cold and loneliness.

He was unresponsive to your every plea and beg, sob, wail, and anguished cry. The heartbreaking chokes that would fall out of your mouth when the days dragged on longer and seemed lonelier. It was almost like he was gone from you, and the worse part is, it felt like it was all your fault.

If you hadn’t begged him to follow you to your first doctor’s appointment, he wouldn’t have been speeding to make it on time and he wouldn’t … be here, serenely lying on the crisp hospital sheets, hair fanned out on the pillow, his roots needing a touch up, arms laying limp on his sides, with no sign of movement whatsoever, other than the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

It was almost as clear as day, the moment you received the call. Your blood running cold, legs trembling as they struggled to hold your weight up. Staggering to the emergency room and the agonisingly prolonged wait outside the OR. Only to find out that he was saved, but not awake.

Why? Why him? Why now when I need him the most?

You would ponder on nights where you were the only visitor and the silence was overwhelming. Slipping your hand in his limp one and praying to some higher power that maybe, just maybe you would feel a slight twitch. But keeping his consistency each time, nothing ever happened.

It became increasingly difficult everyday, carrying the heavy burden of being on your own most of the time. As well as, having to nourish yourself for the second life you were carrying. Some days when there was no one to turn to, you even talked to the child being protected by the walls of your womb. Probably a sign that you had been driven into losing your sanity bit by bit, but at least you had a constant companion.

“We found out the little one’s sex today, Hao.”

Another tiresome day of facing reality had passed. With all the had gone on, news of your child’s growth should leave you euphoric - a milestone had been achieved. But with a lack of his presence did it really matter?

Whilst intertwining his fingers with yours as much as you could, feeling the groves and callouses of his palm that he had gotten whilst dancing, of course they were nearly as rough as they were when he was active. You stroked the long hairs of his light brown fringe off his forehead - where they were messily strewn over his eyelids -and sighed. He’d wanted to grow it out, along with what you would affectionately call the “cow-lick” at the back of his neck, to set off a trend he could be proud of. You had warned him that it could possibly get in the way of his vision but he insisted.

It would irritate his eyes when he woke up.

“It seemed wrong to do it without you, but I just wanted to have something exciting to tell you today” So that maybe you’ll wake up. The last bit remained unsaid but in the tone of your words, the tinge of hope was ever so prevalent.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t go by myself. Gyu came with me… for moral support.”

Throughout the past couple of months, Mingyu alongside Soonyoung had been strong pillars in your life. What with handling the paper work for both Minghao, yourself and the baby, being able to handle your finances and pay bills on time. The essential things that one could forget with their brain scattered because of all the situations that occurred at once. He’d offered to tag along after he found out what appointment it was today and you eternally grateful for his presence because you were sure to have broken down without him there.

Here goes nothing.

You took in a deep breath before opening your mouth again.

“Haohao, She’s a girl. She’s what you’ve always wanted. I know we’ve always said that it doesn’t matter as long as we have a healthy baby but I know deep down inside you’d have a soft spot for a first born girl.”

Your eyes began to sting and become out of focus as you felt the cooling tears slide down your rosy, burning cheeks as you recalled the discussion you had with Minghao when you first told him you were pregnant.

He picked you up spun you around, giggling in elation. The expression on his face was unmistakable for nothing but happiness. He looked at the long white stick twice and double checked it another three times. Gazing into your eyes and cupping your cheeks in his hands, he exhaled.

“We’re actually having a baby!”

True smiles emerged on his face on that day, as he blubbered about his parenting plan, the best place for the baby to sleep and most importantly what he always wanted to do with his future child. Most of it involving styling them up to be the trendiest kid on the block.

“I have the ultrasound here with me, she’s growing so well, maybe if you could open your eyes you could see?” Your eyes flitted to your wallet on the bedside table where the scan was neatly fitted into one of its pockets. You’d mentioned it because you knew that he never got the chance to see it before. The temptations that you had been laying out for him to wake up, have gotten less and less subtle over the period of time he had been hospitalised. By now, it was almost like you were straight up asking him to get up.

Pent up frustration grew in the depths of your heart as once again, you got “ignored”. He laid still, the heart rate monitor still at a constant beat, and no sound was emitted from his mouth. Your vision became more blurry as salty droplets fell freely in torrents from your tear ducts, dampening the sheets below you.

“Minghao, please.” The request was choked out, it was getting harder to breathe and even harder to elicit a sound. You don’t know what came over you but you began frantically shaking his shoulder, almost like the panic had finally settled in that maybe you were all on your own.

“I need you here with me, please!” They became screeches of desperation. All you could think was how he had been missing his daughter’s first special moments before she was born, and how empty you felt inside. How it was unfair to be left all on your lonesome. You were in hysterics, yelling out incomprehensible nonsense until you felt a hand on shoulder. And stopped.

Mingyu who had waited outside for you to have some privacy with Minghao, barged into the room when he heard shrieks. Seeing you trying to forcibly trying to shake Minghao awake, he darted to your side and tried to calm you down. You swallowed a large gulp, panting heavily as Mingyu helped you up from your seat, letting go of Minghao’s hand in the process.

“Come on, y/n. Let’s get you home.”

You didn’t visit Minghao the next day, and it was the first day you hadn’t seen him since he had been admitted. You took time for yourself, walking around your apartment, to think through every possible outcome, even the chance that you could be raising your daughter alone.

And though it may have ended off in a near nervous breakdown and a 5 hour Skype call with Soonyoung and Mingyu. It managed to put things into perspective and line up everything in as neat a row as possible. Allowing you to amble into the hospital room with a clear mind the next day.

Sitting down in the chair beside his bed like you always do - it had become a routine of yours, you took his hand and held it between both of yours tightly, massaging the back of his palm and his fingers.

“Hao, I’m sorry for my outburst. I miss you.” You started off, saying the things you had consolidated yesterday.

“I guess it’s been hard for me, without my lover and my best friend, to make decisions on my own. I wish you were here

because I mean, we promised to get through this together and -“

You halted, feeling a strong jolt in your abdomen. You’d never felt that before? Heart racing, you tried fathoming what was happening, with a billion jumbled up thoughts rushing through your head, it was nearly impossible to comprehend. Until it happened again. Another jolt, this time lower down. Somehow a circuit closed and the processing light bulb lit up with a ting.

She’s … kicking?

Quickly, you placed Minghao’s palm on the curve of your bump where she was being active and prayed that she would kick again. The doctor always mentioned that stimulation of the main senses could help and what better way to encourage it by using your daughter’s movements.

And she did.

Right where Minghao’s hand was.

“Did you feel that Haohao?” You asked excitedly, elated that he finally was present to experience something. Although always hopeful, you weren’t anticipating a response this time, knowing that he will take his time to comeback to you. Like he always does when you have a major disagreement. He will be back, in his own time. Something you had thought of yesterday and something that will stick by you through this adversity.

Closing your eyes and focusing as she kicked again, you almost missed the the subtle contraction of his fingers as he began to curl it around your belly. Your eyes shot open in disbelief when you detected it, and you tilted your head downwards, watching the slight movement in his hands.

You looked back up to the head of the hospital and noticed the repeated fluttering of his eyelashes as he struggled to open his eyes.

“Minghao?”

You felt the tears gathering in your eyes as with one hand you hastily pressed the button to alert one of the nurses. He murmured something incoherently but it really didn’t matter what he said.

He was finally awake.

You sauntered in the hospital room with a slight waddle - you refused to accept that that was the way you had to walk now, but Minghao found it rather endearing . This time you weren’t met with the same scene that used replay in your head. Instead, he was sitting upright in his bed, with his glasses perched on his nose, scrolling through his phone leisurely. Once he noticed you, he placed his phone on his lap and flashed you a smile.

You made your way to the same seat you always sat in and lowered yourself onto it. Minghao leaned over to peck you on the lips, caressing your cheek gently to pull himself closer to you.

“Good morning y/n” He whispered after he released and then rested his hand on your noticeably larger belly, rubbing it fondly. He had taken a liking to placing his hand there, the feeling of attachment to his daughter was instant from the moment he woke up.

“And how are you doing this morning sweet pea?”

“She was moving all night, I could barely get a wink of sleep.” You whined seeking some sympathy. You put your hand over his and circled his knuckles with the tips of your fingers.

“Already keeping your mum up at night, I see?” He giggled as she punched his hand in response. Love emanated from his gaze as he looked down at the bump, he adored feeling her move. Especially when it was basically a reply to whatever he had just said.

“Well she’s not the only one who’s going to be woken up at night if you continue this way.” He stated hesitantly after the silence had settled.

What?

“The doctors decided to discharge me tomorrow.” He mumbled softly, observing as your jaw dropped and eyes widened in surprise. “I’m coming home. Y/n. We can start setting up the nursery and I can do all the things I promised to do - are you crying?”

You linked your arms around his back and pulled him closer, burying your face into his shoulder and staining his hospital gown with your tears.

“I’m just so happy.” You sobbed as he rubbed your back soothingly, holding you tighter.

“I am too.”

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xiaohaos · 7 years ago

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98. “Take a deep breath” - Chan

This is from “100 ways to say I love you”

Word Count: 860

Genre: Angst???

T/W: Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Bullying

A/N: it’s the middle of the night and I can’t sleep so why not churn out a Chan fic !

It has always plagued you, this heavy feeling rising up in your chest the minute you sensed that something wasn’t right. It could simply set off by something trivial like thinking you forgot to bring something along even though you know you had it packed it a week in advance or expecting a scolding from your parents for nothing in particular - since you had done nothing wrong - when they came home with the corners of their mouths downturned. It made you feel nauseated, causing your breaths to quicken and forcing your heart to beat rapidly.

You hadn’t encountered it for a long while, breaking ties with the friends who constantly made you fairly uncomfortable with the way they went about things. Putting fake masks so you really couldn’t decipher what was behind them. Being friends with them was suffocating and you were glad to be out of it.

Instead, in the new year, with a new class, you confided in your new seat partner. His name was Lee Chan.

You had seen him around from time to time, but never really exchanging more than a few glances. He is in a dance team in school and performed brilliantly. And that was all you knew about him before fate decided to place you together.

Whilst learning more about the so-called ethereal being (what people call him when he’s out of ear shot), you found yourself observing his facial features more than anything. Like how his eyes crinkled when he let out a hearty chuckle that was like music to your ears. How his eyebrows rose, and lips pursed when he was intently listening to what you were saying.

After a few months, a mutual feeling was formed. He cared deeply for you and you did for him. Your number one landfill for every thought you needed to dump. And you knew he took in every word you said with every slight nod of his head or hum from his lips. There was no room for awkwardness between the two of you, and you simply just clicked the moment you met.

So there was no surprise when rumours began popping up.

Of course as best friends are, there was natural skinship between both of you. Handshakes, hugs, even hand-holding, caused whispers to be sent flying down the hall. You ignored them, it came with you and him being inseparable. But maybe, maybe some people didn’t.

That being one of your ex-friends who undeniably at the time of your friendship had rather strong feelings for you. And oh did the jealously grow when she saw you walking down the hallway with Chan alongside, you playfully hitting him in the chest as he guffawed at his own horrible joke. A plan was made to make you suffer.

So when you walked into the classroom and it was shushed to complete silence, you knew that something was up. The feeling was back again, slowly constricting your chest as you struggled to take a gulp and look around at your peers faces. Some held looks of disgust, and others just sneered. Stepping backwards, you bump into a male classmate.

“Yikes, get out of my way you ugly pig.” He jeered, and snickers resounded around the classroom.

You felt you cheeks become wet as tears began to flow from their ducts, your breaths hard to come by and the stomach acid bubbling in your throat.

Why did he just say that?

You turned to dash out of the classroom, but found your feet frozen to the spot as some of the more daring students began to scorn. One remark hit you the hardest.

“You shouldn’t indulge in so much ice cream, even your little boyfriend would be disgusted since he’s a dancer.”

You. Couldn’t. Breathe.

At this point you were gasping for air, your whole body quivering, ready to breakdown and curl up in a ball on the ground. Your legs could barely keep you up and tears were pouring out of your eyes like rain in a thunderstorm.

It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to be alive.

At that moment Chan stepped into the classroom, he barked at everyone in the room - a bunch of words that you couldn’t comprehend, not in that moment. Immediately after, he pulled you to his side and guided you to a quiet corner, away from the mess.

“Take a deep breath.” He murmured softly, running his hands through your hair, holding your head close to his chest. He felt you inhale and exhale, and began rubbing your back.

“You can hear my heartbeat right?” You nodded slightly. “Try to adjust your breaths to that pattern, okay.”

Whilst you were calming down. He reassured you, that you were nothing they said you were. You were beautiful, strong, kind-hearted and they should have never taken advantage of that. You make him happy and he would never, ever be repelled by you.

“Thanks Chan, you’re a really great best friend.” Muffled and incoherent , but he knew every exact word you mumbled.

His heart sank.

He wished that maybe you would think of him as more than that.

Maybe someday.

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xiaohaos · 7 years ago

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98. “Take a deep breath” - Chan

This is from “100 ways to say I love you”

Word Count: 860

Genre: Angst???

T/W: Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Bullying

A/N: it’s the middle of the night and I can’t sleep so why not churn out a Chan fic !

Instead, in the new year, with a new class, you confided in your new seat partner. His name was Lee Chan.

So there was no surprise when rumours began popping up.

“Yikes, get out of my way you ugly pig.” He jeered, and snickers resounded around the classroom.

You felt you cheeks become wet as tears began to flow from their ducts, your breaths hard to come by and the stomach acid bubbling in your throat.

Why did he just say that?

You turned to dash out of the classroom, but found your feet frozen to the spot as some of the more daring students began to scorn. One remark hit you the hardest.

“You shouldn’t indulge in so much ice cream, even your little boyfriend would be disgusted since he’s a dancer.”

You. Couldn’t. Breathe.

It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to be alive.

“Take a deep breath.” He murmured softly, running his hands through your hair, holding your head close to his chest. He felt you inhale and exhale, and began rubbing your back.

“You can hear my heartbeat right?” You nodded slightly. “Try to adjust your breaths to that pattern, okay.”

“Thanks Chan, you’re a really great best friend.” Muffled and incoherent , but he knew every exact word you mumbled.

His heart sank.

He wished that maybe you would think of him as more than that.

Maybe someday.

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xiaohaos · 7 years ago

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98. “Take a deep breath” - Chan

This is from “100 ways to say I love you”

Word Count: 860

Genre: Angst???

T/W: Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Bullying

A/N: it’s the middle of the night and I can’t sleep so why not churn out a Chan fic !

Instead, in the new year, with a new class, you confided in your new seat partner. His name was Lee Chan.

So there was no surprise when rumours began popping up.

“Yikes, get out of my way you ugly pig.” He jeered, and snickers resounded around the classroom.

You felt you cheeks become wet as tears began to flow from their ducts, your breaths hard to come by and the stomach acid bubbling in your throat.

Why did he just say that?

You turned to dash out of the classroom, but found your feet frozen to the spot as some of the more daring students began to scorn. One remark hit you the hardest.

“You shouldn’t indulge in so much ice cream, even your little boyfriend would be disgusted since he’s a dancer.”

You. Couldn’t. Breathe.

It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to be alive.

“Take a deep breath.” He murmured softly, running his hands through your hair, holding your head close to his chest. He felt you inhale and exhale, and began rubbing your back.

“You can hear my heartbeat right?” You nodded slightly. “Try to adjust your breaths to that pattern, okay.”

“Thanks Chan, you’re a really great best friend.” Muffled and incoherent , but he knew every exact word you mumbled.

His heart sank.

He wished that maybe you would think of him as more than that.

Maybe someday.

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