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@‡ Jiyong [] I appreciate it. I hope things just kind of clear up for everyone soon, you know~?

"The offer goes both ways. Any time you just want to spend some time with someone, you can call me. Now, I can't cook for you but I'm good at other things," Yusaku offered, appreciative that Jiyong was even willing to spend time with and cook for him. With how withdrawn Yusaku had gotten lately, especially without Shusaku's help to drag him places, he felt like he was learning what it meant to associate with others all over again. It wasn't a pleasant feeling but at least he was coming across people like Jiyong, kind people that genuinely felt nice and were patient with him.

He raised a brow at the response and couldn't bite back another chuckle, "I'm glad I have her seal of approval." Yusaku simply nodded at the turned-down offer but still made sure not to stray too far away from the other, "You. just let me know then if you change your mind, all right?" Yusaku intended to keep his eye on him anyway though just to make sure to be there in case the other did end up on the verge of falling, wanting to help him should it happen. He was careful himself as he got used to being on the ice again, skating slowly and steadily, as best as he could manage. There were wobbles here and there but he felt he was doing all right.

@† Yusaku [] No need to apologize. I get that. I feel the same way. Life just seems insane lately.

Jiyong smile and nodded, completely understanding not wanting to be alone. "That true, but you're always welcome to hang out with me, as long as you don't mind the twins." He knew a lot of people were turned off by the fact he had children, but he just knew they weren't his people. "Or, I could always just cook for you." He shrugged, remember Yusaku had told him that Shusaku was the one who did the cooking.

The sub rolled his eyes playfully, but it was clear he loved the little girl. "Doesn't mind? She's been asking me everyday since you came over for dinner when I was going to go on another date. I don't know where she gets all of this from." It was either Seunghyun or Dami. Probably both. Looking at all the people around them, he chose not to dwell on it and just have fun for today. He deserved that much after such a stressful week. "I don't want to drag you down if I fall." He wasn't saying no, but he also wasn't saying yes just yet. Being with Yusaku always stirred a longing in him, but he wasn't sure how he felt for the man. They were friends, which he didn't have many of, but he was often excited at the prospect of spending time with him.

@‡ Jiyong [] Sorry that I was gone so long again. It feels like it was just a lot going on.

"Yeah, it's not the nicest feeling but I'm happy as long as he is. It's going to force me to go out more if he's not at home anymore," he sighed at the thought. Yusaku briefly recalled what it was like before Shusaku moved in with him and his brother really did light up his world. It was odd to think that he never once really questioned being alone but, now that he was going to be again, he was wondering how he managed to fare at all before.

He was chuckling soon after though, the image of Jiyong's little daughter pushing him out the door amusing him for sure. "Good to know she doesn't mind you hanging out with me," Yusaku's smile was bright, the warmth showing in his eyes as well. He felt, well, he wasn't quite sure what the name of the feeling was but he knew he was glad, to say the least, that they'd managed to find time to hang out together again and that Jiyong seemed happy to do so. "You want to hold my hand or go it on your own," he asked, flashing Jiyong another smile as he began to glide forward on the ice, not going very far at all.

@† Yusaku [] I am in the sense that my head isn't hurting, but my darn sinuses are so draining.

"Oh. Well I'm glad his good, but I'm sorry you'll be alone." He remembered what that was like and he'd hated it. Even though his kids wore him out and drove him crazy at times, he wouldn't trade them for anything and they always gave him something to look forward to. Finishing tying his skates, he looked up at the older man. "Why wouldn't I have agreed? Short of being busy with the restaurant, I mean, but you should've seen Hye pushing me out the door. I swear that girl is a 22 year old in a 2 year old's body." He shook his head with amusement clear on his face. Ji took the offered hand and stood up carefully, hoping he wouldn't make a fool of himself as soon as he got up. "Yes. Let's go." The moment he stepped on the ice, he felt unsteady. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself and remembered even if he fell, it wouldn't hurt and he would be okay. Besides, even if it did hurt, his tolerance for pain was so high that he barely noticed. "Ready." After given birth to two kids with no pain meds, how hard could this really be?

@‡ Jiyong [] No worries! I'm glad you're doing better though! Nothing to thank me for. <3

"He's been doing well. Seems he's in the process of moving in with a friend so I may just end up on my own again," Yusaku smiled and gave a slight shrug of his shoulders, "Really? New teeth aren't all that fun but I'm glad you guys are doing good." His smile widened some as he waited for Jiyong to finish getting his skates on. "I feel like I didn't know I needed it either. I'm glad we're getting the chance to hang out again, even more so that you agreed to it." Yusaku couldn't say he felt he had many friends anymore, at least none that weren't busy with their own lives. It wasn't that he tried to reach out, not anything like he used to. He was trying to get better and hoped that spending time with Jiyong would be a good start. Getting up, he extended a hand to the other and smiled at him again, "Well, let's go have some fun then?" Yusaku waited until he had the other's hand in his own and then began helping him over and onto the ice. Once they were both on the ice, Yusaku steadied himself and nodded firmly once he felt he was good to go. "Ready," he looked over at the other.

@† Yusaku [] So sorry. After spending so much time out of it and then in the hospital, I had no muse to reply with, but I'm good now, I hope. Thanks for your patience.

Jiyong smiled when he heard the master's voice. "I'm glad to hear that. How is Shusaku? I haven't seen him in a while. We're all doing okay. Jin has another tooth coming in so he's fussy and clingy, but he'll be okay." Sitting down, the sub hoped he didn't make a fool of himself as he put his own skates on. He hadn't done this since he'd come with Dami when she was in middle school. He'd still been in elementary and he'd never skated since. He remembered it being fun though and feeling free even if only for a moment. Smiling the sub looked at the other. "Thank you for inviting me. I definitely needed this and didn't even realize how much until now." The truth was, he didn't blame the other for not keeping in touch. He knew he was busy and he hadn't exactly made an attempt either, because between the kids and restaurant, he had nothing left at the end of the day. He was exhausted all of the time. "Nervous? I'm positive I'll fall, but the last time I did this, I remember how much fun it was and how free I felt even though I fell. Besides, who cares. No one's judging us and if they are, that's their problem. We're here to have fun, right?"

@‡ Jiyong [] As long as we're on the same page!

Yusaku looked over as he heard the other's voice and flashed him a soft smile, "Better. How about you? How are the twins?" He slid over a bit on the bench so that Jiyong had more room to sit down. He then finally began to change into the ice skates that he'd picked up. Yusaku admittedly felt quite bad that he hadn't kept in touch with Jiyong but he seemed really nice and kind and was quite adorable really, not to mention how cute the twins were. "Thank you for agreeing to come out with me today," he smiled at the other, turning his attention back onto his skate for a moment to fix the laces. He wasn't the most talkative but he did at least want to try and make some sort of conversation, "Are you nervous about getting on the ice at all?"

@† Yusaku [Tbh with you, I did too. And since it's winter, I just naturally assumed ice skating. So no big deal.]

Jiyong had been surprised to be invited skating by the master he'd grown to really like. It wasn't because they didn't talk, but simply because he was fairly sure he wasn't his type. Plus, he knew how busy Yusaku was with the club and taking care of Shusaku too. He didn't take offense. Heck, he had his kids to think of. So, when the other invited him to skate, he was excited. He hadn't been ice skating since he first got away from his father for an afternoon and went with Seunghyun. He was around 10 at the time? Oh this should be interesting. He wasn't sure where they were meeting, so he went and grabbed skates before looking for the elder. When he finally spotted him, he walked over with a smile. "Hi Yusaku. How are you today?"

@‡ Jiyong [] I honestly thought we had a skate rink room when I suggested skating but-- then I wasn't sure where else to go, like indoor or outdoor, ice or roller -- so I really hope that this is okay!

It had been a while since they'd last seen each other, keeping in touch from time to time. Yusaku honestly hoped that he wouldn't lose touch with the other. It had become harder for him to keep contact with anyone other than his brother lately and it wasn't necessarily intentional but it wasn't like he wasn't to blame at all. He was just glad that Jiyong had agreed to spend some time with him again. He waited in the park, near where a temporary ice rink had been set up for the winter season. He'd already gotten himself a pair of ice skates to change into but was waiting for the other to arrive so that they could put their skates on together before heading onto the ice together.

It's dark and cold and I shiver, my muscles tense as I step through the grass. The stars are obscured by clouds and smog and city lights, but I enjoy staring up at the sky anyway. It's peaceful and calming. With a grimace, I lie down on the moist grass. Once I get used to the cold the shivering lessens. I stare up at the misty dark skies and let the cold silence wash over me. This is nice, the quiet, it quiets my mind as well.

@‡ Yeonjun i'll always be glad to spend time with you whether we go on dates or not - - and i know we still have a lot to learn about each other, but i'm excited to get to know you better, yeon *i squeeze your thigh again, my fingers digging into your warm flesh through your clothes with a gentle pressure. pushing aside a few of the food containers, i make a space on the blanket before i lie on my back, staring up at you, smiling as i notice the sun filtering through the leaves, making your skin glow. reaching out, i take your hand, pulling you over me* i want to play 21 questions with you, yeon, but i'd like to practice some of that spontaneity that i'm learning from you if you don't mind.
*looking up at you, i brush the hair off my forehead, my eyes growing darker as i gaze at you* i know our schedules don't always work out, and i get busy and tired, but i always want you, yeon. *nuzzling your cheek, i slip one of my hands under the hem of your shirt, running my fingers over your abdomen, whispering in your ear* kiss me, my darling - -

@† Kujo [H] Jaewook shook his head, stubborn. The last thing the lawyer wanted in that moment was for his lover to leave his side. Kujo was an anchor for the man as he tried to process all that had occurred and losing him now would be losing all that grounded him and kept him from returning to the endless void of sleep. "I'm okay, baby. Just... stay with me? Please?"

Jaewook shifted in the bed, making enough room for Kujo to join him. He was sore, but he wanted the younger man I'm his arms selfishly wanting to feel that his fiancé pressed into his hold. His eyes wandered to the door and then returned to his loved, voice warming, "I'm sorry, love... for scaring you. This is the last thing either of us wanted to happen... And I'm sorry to our little beans too... I can't imagine what was going through your head earlier..."

@† Jaewook [H] It was a relief, Kujo decided, to have the man slip into a state of rest again. So much anxiousness lingered, so many questions left unanswered, frightening him. Until his lover awoke, he remained a loyal guard dog. Jolting whenever someone entered to keep an eye on things, his gaze filled with a new wariness for all who came close. Though, if anything else was to follow, he knew he'd be very little help, it comforted him some to know that for every moment, not a breath left Jaewook's lungs that the younger man was not protecting. He'd moved the chair so close that he could rest his head against the bedframe, a silent guardian as he gripped his lover's hand with all the care in the world. Even if he ached to smother Jaewook in a hug and never let go, he had to refrain, give the man his space, his time to begin the process of healing destined to come after.

Kujo squeezed the lawyer's hand gently, reaching out to brush the man's cheek with his thumb. He swept down, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. "Hey, baby. I'm here. Did you rest well? Do you need anything? I can ask them to bring some water for you, if you'd like." The pregnant man immediately gravitated close to his lover, careful with the way he tried to sit up as his hands moved to offer some aid. "Take it slow, baby. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

@† Kujo [H] To care for someone much more than himself, that was where Jaewook had arrived. His forlorn eyes captured every but of Kujo's grief, the contained sadness in his voice, and the depleted energy of a day filled with tragedy. The lawyer cared no more of his injuries. He'd heal, his body would wear away the signs of hurt like fine sandpaper perfecting a wooden piece. The hurt he'd caused his fiancé, however, he imagined, were much more entrenched. The emotional anguish he'd bared witness too akin to deep canyons within the Earth's crust, scars of time that endured for centuries, telling of a time and place and history long gone but always remembered.

Jaewook let himself fall into the comfort of Kujo's voice wnd the touches to his hair, struggling between consciousness and unconsciousness, but as the sun waned his energy grew. The day had ended its long and perilous narrative, but the lawyer's recovery had only just begun. He let his eyes come open and after a soft groan from the bits of pain that lingered through the painkillers, he did his best to sit up, already tired of the soft confines of the hospital bed. His alertness led him to look around the room, searching for the owner of the comfort that had surrounded him only hours before during his last not of consciousness. His voice was raspy, wavering, but still he called out, "Kujo? Love--?"

@† Jaewook [H] As he slipped back into the chair, Kujo’s fingers drifted to wrap around those of his lover once again. Every time they weren’t close was another moment of chilling fear, a quiet need to be there, at all times, to make his own observations beyond those of the doctors. To reassure himself that Jaewook was going to be okay. At the sound of the apology, he shook his head, light and quickly, but in his state of lingering adrenaline, it felt like it had made the room shake. What was the man apologising for? Neither of them could’ve foreseen the situation in advance. Neither knew that it was a threat. He reached out, running his fingers gently through Jaewook’s hair, just gently petting, touching in those casual, little ways that he hoped could provide a distraction and some comfort from the world around them. “You have nothing to apologise for, baby. Nothing at all. I’m just… so glad that you’re safe now. That I’m with you again.”

Slowly, Kujo pulled the chair even closer to the bedside. Like a loyal guard dog, he watched everything, everyone who dared come even a little close to the man while they were checking up on him. All the while, Kujo’s fingers lightly massaged his fiancé’s scalp, leaning in to press his lips to the man’s forehead more than once. “The beans were worried about you too. And the pups. I think they could tell something wasn’t quite right.” Even if Jaewook struggled to speak for the time being, Kujo wouldn’t stop speaking. He felt like he needed to, needed to say something, to speak about it or else the man’s attention might drift to something else. He leaned close, his voice softer than before, murmured words between just the two of them. “I’ll take care of you, baby. I’ll be here every single moment until you’re better again.”

@† Kujo [H] Jaewook had guessed long ago when he'd admitted to himself his feeling for Kujo that his heart would only break were he to ever lose the man that he called home. Now, here, confined to a bed, unable to speak or move, the lawyer began to realize just how wrong he'd been. His heart wouldn't only break at the loss of his husband-to-be, but at every moment of loss and fear and sadness that Kujo experienced. The younger man may have found the sight of Jaewook heartbreaking, but so did Jaewook find the sight of his fiancé in tears of despair heartbreaking. He'd done this. He'd caused Kujo all this pain. He'd caused him anguish that the lawyer had sworn to protect him from. How could he?

Jaewook wanted to shout. He wanted to call his fiancé back into the room, but his voice wouldn't come around. Even a minute was too long, but nonetheless he found calm relief as soon as Kuko returned to the room. What could Jaewook say? What would make any of this better? Or okay? The doctors and nurses were all secondary as they checked his condition, fixated fully on his lover. He focused, hard, "I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby..." The words were old, dusty as if having been tucked away in the dirty confines of an attic. They were brief, soft, but it was all he could muster with the haziness and the pain.

@† Jaewook [H] Greeted by a sight so heart wrenching, hopeless, Kujo couldn’t help but fall to pieces. Jaewook was strong, durable. He didn’t think he’d ever seen his lover cry. And yet, somehow, no tears were needed. Seeing him laying in the hospital bed, a kind of terror he’d never felt before had sank in. As he tried to reel in his ragged breathing, each calming attempt at any kind of breathing exercise broken off by a despairing sob, his head sunk down to rest against the hand. Just lightly, pressing his cheek to the warm surface, while his fingers didn’t let go, even for a minute. The pang of discomfort in the base of his spine at his position was nothing compared to what he imagined his lover had still to suffer.

The moments ticked by. Eventually, Kujo’s sobs had faded to the occasional hiccup. He’d long since wetted the hand with them, but he still didn’t pull away. He paused. Was that a shift? A squeeze? Even the tiniest wriggle of his fingers? It wasn’t until the gasp of air broke loose that Kujo could truly face looking at his fiancé again. In an instant, he’d shot up into a more proper seated position again, squeezing the hand back. It felt as though the weight of the world had been taken off his shoulders. The what ifs faded away and still, every thought that came to mind was of his sweet fiancé and their little ones. He needed them to have a father. He needed their little family to be safe and sound. All of them, together. They deserved this, their chance at happiness. The fact that someone could’ve stolen it from him- Kujo did his best to dismiss the thought.

His touch light as a feather, care in every moments so as to not disturb any of the equipment, Kujo raised the lawyer’s hand to his lips. Giving his knuckles the softest of pecks before he set the hand back on the sheets, fingers remaining tangled with Jaewook’s. “Hey, you. You- you really scared me. I’m- I’m sorry. I couldn’t be there. I wasn’t there to keep you safe. How are you feeling?” Realising now probably wasn’t the best time to find an answer, he shook his head, the smile to his sheepish expression watery and diluted. “I’m going to tell the doctors you’re up now, okay? I won’t be far away, and I won’t be long at all. I love you. More than anything. Keep your eyes open for me, okay?” He shifted, moving instead to plant a tender kiss to his future husband’s forehead. As promised, even as he left, it was for less than a minute, as he went to notify a doctor who’d already been on his way back to the room in the first place that Jaewook was awake.

@† Kujo [H] Jaewook found himself in a sea of sensory deprivation, a tank of temperature-less darkness where the concepts of touch, sound, taste, sight, and scent had no place. They weren't necessary for the thickness around him held nothing, a viscous vacuum. Here too, time slowed and bent until there was no beginning or end to a thought. But was he thinking? Were the ebbs and flows of his mind real, coherent thoughts or were they tangles of thread and yarn with no discernable patter of rhyme or reason why. He had to get a grip of himself. He had to find the beginning and make it to the end, put his mind back together. There was something-- someone important in the tangle. He had to find it, feel it.

The touch at his hand froze his desperate search. He stopped and let its comfort and familiarity drop into the viscous sea, down and down like an anchor, tethering him, grounding him. He focused, the sense of touch returning first as if to feel the chain of the anchor he'd been thrown. Secure, he gripped it and refused to let it go, following hand over hand to the surface. Every movement appeared brighter, lighter, as if the sense of sight was the second to return.

Jaewook could feel it now, smell it, taste it-- the surface of the vacuum. A final push and he'd be back to thay which was most important. Kujo. He had to stay afloat for Kujo. A single hand over hand more and he burst through the surface, violent breath in his throat as everything around him rushed up to greet him. His eyes were frantic, frantic until they found his anchor, his Kujo holding on to him.

Jaewook couldn't speak, couldn't recall, but he knew who was with him and why he'd awoken. His hand moved and with the energy he could muster gripped his fiancé's hand tight, a silent apology in the grip. Despite his Shane, there wasn't a moment he was happier-- happier for the breath and life returned for the body for they would allow him another day, another minute more with Kujo Takuma and the little lives that rested in his stomach.

@† Jaewook [H] Kujo had been waiting. Yesterday, counting the hours had worked perfectly. It led up to the exact moment he and Jaewook were reunited again. He was like one of their pups, restless, shuffling from foot to foot and wandering the house, every second a step in the right direction. He found himself talking to their beans a lot, quiet murmurs for them, a little running commentary of what he was getting up to, how the day was going and what they were going to eat next. Hopefully, to get along with one another. It helped move the time, the sand in the hourglass trickling down.

Then, the ringer on his phone, loud and clear. He startled, jerked from his conversation with Nova about why he wasn't going to give her a gingersnap biscuit. He ran to it, hope in his gaze. A word that Jaewook would be home soon, safe and sound. He furrowed his brows, thinking for a long, hard time at the number he didn't recognise. Even if it was a spam or scam call, it was worth picking up. He raised the phone to his ear. A chill ran through his body, like a bucket of icy water dumped over his head, drenching him to the core. His fingers trembled, clenching around the device. "Alright. I'll be there right away. Thank you." A beep, and he was left in silence. Quiet, stunned disbelief, numbing every limb, every chance at movement for a minute or two before he at last sprang to action. He shook his head, his breath coming shaky as he dragged himself up. "I'll be back in a short while, you two. I have to- I'm going to go- and see papa, okay?" He gave the dogs, both even looking concerned, a pet before he set out.

Discomfort followed him with every step, exposed, like a prey animal out in the open as he left the house, pulled his head over his head. Every quick, hurried step risking stumbling over his own feet. The foggy disbelief still pressed all thoughts from his head, only one remained. Jaewook. His Jaewook. He had to be back at Jaewook's side. After giving his identification as the emergency contact at the hospital, he was let in at last. Everything came out more snappy than he intended - impatient, choked. Only when he sank down into the seat at the unconscious man's bedside did he breathe, his eyes already stinging, welling up with tears as he moved his hand, brushing his thumb over the older man's knuckles.

@† Kujo [H] Time was a funny thing. Never quite linear, never quite consgant despite assurances it was. Time had a way of bending reality to make hours into seconds and seconds into hours. When it mattered most, time slowed, allowing the mind to remember every last detail of a scene that only lasted seconds: a scent, a sound, a gaze. Everything emblazoned in the mind for review later.

A slow of time. Jaewook finally understood as he went through the motions: pain and then a slow of time as the world around him faded into a distressed black. His mind was too focused on the details around him. He heard shouts, a call for someone to dial 119 and then nothing. His body wasn't his own anymore and neither were his actions. He was awash in chaos, floating, handled, and left to wallow in his own mind that still didn't quite understand what had happened. Still, he managed to think of his fiancé, of his Kujo, the name on his lips over and over until the void consumed him.

@† Seokwoo /peeks down at your hand on my thigh, a smile dancing on my lips, loving the intimacy; your words warm me up from the inside and i sighs in content./ maybe it's a bit too soon to confidently say that we're a good match in all aspects, as we still have to explore all of them, but it really feels that way to me uwu i think we can take good care of each other. i'd love to take you on many spontaneous dates, as much as your schedule allows, of course. i'm busy with school too but i'm sure we'll find ways to be together, especially if we move in together <3 ngh. can't wait for that.
/munches happily on the yummy chicken as i continue feeding us both before settling the plate aside so i can take a few sips of a soda. / this is really nice. this date. we can talk without anyone disturbing, the weather is amazing and the food is great. i'm really glad we came. do you wanna play a classic 21 questions game until we finish eating? there's still so much i dont know about you and i really want to. /suggests with a sweet smile, already starting to make a list of questions in my head./

*sighs softly, finding a bench to sit down on, taking out a cigarette to try and blur out the thoughts and memories racing in my head. Puffing out a big amount of smoke as I drop my head back, staring at the soft clouds that drift over me.*

@‡ Jiyong [SH] "I'm sure she will be an amazing little artist some day," Hoseok nodded, still grinning as he moved to sit down next to Jiyong. He waved to the two kids when they noticed him, but he knew they would have no idea who he was. Just a random stranger talking to their mom. "I wondered how she was doing, so I'm glad I ran into you today. You look pretty tired though, are you doing alright?" He asked, he didn't remember Jiyong looking quite so haggard the last time they had met. Then again that had been a few years ago and he now had rambunctious toddlers and not newborns that slept more than they were awake.

@‡ Hoseok "I'm very glad. Yes, she and Changjin were so good at daycare that I promised I'd bring them to the park." He smiled at both of the kids playing together. They were always so close and he loved it. "No. She's been great. I know you did and you were right." He smiled at the other male. It felt nice to have someone to talk to again. "She's a little busy body though. If she's not playing with Jin, she's helping me in the kitchen or making something with her art supplies." He loved how she loved to help or make other people feel better, but he hoped as she got older it wouldn't be a reason people took advantage of her. He wouldn't be able to handle seeing her sad. She was his princess.

@‡ Jiyong "I've been doing pretty well, how are you? And how is Jihye? Is she here?" Hoseok asked, immediately scanning the playground and his face lit up with a bright gummy smile when he spotted her. "She hasn't had any complications then? I told you she wouldn't." It warmed his heart to see her playing with her brother though, she looked like the picture of health and he was so grateful to see her doing so well. He always wondered how the children did after their operations were over and their mandatory check ups were finished. He usually never saw them again, and that was the best case scenario. If he did see them again it was usually because something was wrong, so it was both a blessing and a curse to never see them after they left his office.

@‡ Hoseok Ji was watching the two toddlers go down the slide over and over until Hye decided she wanted to slide down the poll. His heart clenched when he saw how high she was. "Hye, please be careful." He couldn't help but laugh when his little girl slid down and ran to him giggling. "I did it mama. I did it." He kissed her cheek. "Yes you did princess. Good job." He let her go as she ran off to play with her brother more. He looked up at hearing his name. He recognized the man instantly. He'd not only been working when Jihye had needed her operation, but he'd helped Ji deal with it after when he was struggling to take care of both kids alone. He was the one who had told him he wasn't a bad mom and that his kids would never hate him. It had meant more than the other would ever know. "Hoseok, it's me. How have you been?"

@‡ Jiyong Hoseok was just finishing up his jog, slowing down to give himself a chance to cool off a little bit. He could see the park coming up and he knew there was a bench there he could sit and catch his breath. There were usually families there, and it was nice to see healthy kids running around and playing. It was always something of a relief, a reminder that the hospital wasn't the whole world. That sick children on death beds, or emergencies weren't all life was. It was just nice to watch healthy happy children, but he made a point not to linger too much because he didn't want to make any parents uncomfortable. So when he made it to the park he had almost decided to keep walking to his car when he actually spotted a familiar face. "Jiyong? Is that you?" He asked, surprised to see the man there. It had been a few years since they met in the hospital, but it definitely looked like him.

@‡ Hoseok Ji pushed the two toddler on the swings. He was tired after a long day of work, but they'd been so good he'd promised to take them to the park. And here he was. They would then get ice cream and he'd take them home to eat dinner, bath and go to bed. Hopefully they wouldn't give him a fight tonight. Changjin squealed to get off the swing so he took him out and then Jihye wanted out. He took her out and watched his kids run to the slide together. He was truly thankful that his little ones always looked out for each other. He sat down and watched the two children who had stolen his heart from the moment he'd laid eyes on them.

@† Seunghyun "Dully noted. You take care of yourself too. It'll be hard but you'll move on and bounce back." Jackson started to walk off but not after giving him a couple pats on the taller male's shoulder. "See you later."

@‡ Jackson [H] "Okay..." He breathed in deeply, unable to meet the other man's eyes as tears fell down his cheeks. "Thanks for meeting me here today. It couldn't have been easy for you after everything so... if you ever need me you have my number. Stay safe... bro. Don't forget to eat. If you ever miss George you're more than welcome to stop by and take him out on walks. I won't be at the club much anymore so just text me."