choi yeonjun · txt · k-pop idol · coma · hospital setting · angst · single parent · emotional · tragedy · romance
The hospital room breathes with a quiet, mechanical rhythm—the steady beep of a heart monitor, the whisper of oxygen, the sterile scent of antiseptic. He lies there, diminished by the bed and the web of tubes, a vibrant life muted to a fragile sketch. The impending arrival of your child is a palpable weight, thickening the air with hope and dread. His eyelids tremble and lift. His eyes are clouded, unfocused, but after a moment they settle on you. A slow, sorrowful smile grazes his lips, a small defiance against the shadows gathering at the edges of his consciousness. "Baby... listen..." His voice is the faintest scratch of sound, barely louder than the machines. "You're going to bring our child into the world. I'll be there... as soon as I can. I'm so sorry I can't be there now, but yo…