Ninth Chapter

There was a moment of silence. A long lasting one which did not seem to be ending anytime soon until a simple, one word question was asked.

“What?”

“I am extremely sorry about this news as well as your loss but this is true, Mr. Kim. Although we tried our best to save both of your family members, it happened to be only one person who could be saved and we saved your husband instead of the child and the child would probably not gonna make it without his father.”

“No! No, no… This can't be happening. Baek… This just can't…” Jongdae started sobbing while collapsing down into his husband's arms.

Baekhyun was just as broken as him. He always had a feeling at the feeling of becoming a grandparent. His only child was about to give birth to his first child and he could finally see his grandchild's face, which was his last wish to be fulfilled in his life.

However, fate had other plans and he could not turn it in anyway. So what he did is just caressed his husband's back to sooth him while keeping his own tears unshed.

“I know it's hard and so painful, baby, but please… Don't break down love. Think of our Taeillie. He must be a lot more hurt than us and we need to console him. Just who gonna do that if we ourselves start breaking down?”

Jongdae just cried harder and Baekhyun's eyes also started shedding the tears as he sniffled and the couple cried and comforted each other for a few moments.

Jungwoo on the other hand, was just blank. He was not crying nor speaking. There was no reaction on his face but there were many emotions inside his mind, his heart and in his entire senses.

He felt bad, guilty and mostly regretful. This really couldn't be happening. This wasn't supposed to be happening. It was not something he thought would happen. It was not something he could do. But he did.

“It is really saddening. I can understand that but we have to keep up with our activities, too. So I would like to inform you that Taeil is now fine just like I mentioned. But, we have to keep till tomorrow for some more checkups and vaccinations. Once this all will be done, he may be discharged and ready to go home.”

Jungwoo just witnessed the doctor's explanation and Baekhyun thanking him. He would lie if he would not admit that seeing his in-laws especially Baekhyun in such a vulnerable state hurt him.

He wanted to say something. Anything. Most likely apologize. But he didn't do either of them.

He wanted and he needed to know how things got into this. He couldn't waste another moment to just stand and think. So he exited the hospital, rushing to the place where he could get the answers.

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Jungwoo didn't greet anyone on his way and straight rushed into the mansion, banging the door as he entered inside and searched for the person who had the answers to all that mess.

“Oh Welcome! And, congratulations on the accomplishment of our mission. I didn't know you would be that good at acting. You did well at faking being sick. I must admit.”

“I'm not here for this bullshit, Mark. I just want to know what the actual fuck was that?” Jungwoo asked. His tone sounded filled with rage.

Mark raised his eyebrow questioningly and started, “If you are referring to your husband, then wasn't that what we have actually planned?”

“You have told me that it would be just a small hit and not any major injuries would be caused. But he had an entire brutal car accident and lost so much of his blood! He was at the verge of death and could possibly die if he wouldn't be admitted on time.”

“But he got there on time, right? So what is the major issue? I promised you that I would get him at the hospital on time after the main act and I did. I even paid them extra charges in case they would need to do some major surgery to save him. He is there and all fine now so there is no need to overreact.”

Jungwoo's mouth went agape in disbelief. Just how could that little daddy's princess stay calm after all that bloody act they did?

“Overreacting? Mark? He just didn't get brutally injured but he also lost his child. He had a fucking miscarriage and it was us to cause that. It is us who did that. We fucking killed a child who wasn't even born! We are the culprits of his miscarriage and miscarriage was not the part of this hell of a plan!”

Mark looked down for a moment and chuckled mockingly before looking back at the elder and saying, “Well, how do I explain this? Did you really think it would work without that? Did you really think that you could get back in your husband's pants with Hyuck's baby inside his womb? Of course that sinister had to leave the world. Of course miscarriage was a part of the plan.”

SLAP!

The loud sound of the rough skin contact got Mark's servants off guard and they started coming to them to rescue their junior master and kick Jungwoo out but Mark lifted his hand, motioning them to stop on their track and said, “Leave. All of you.” The hissing of his voice got his servants shivered as they bowed and left the duo alone.

Jungwoo was just too furious to notice or focus on any other thing than the little bad thing in front of him. “You are insane, Mark. You are fucking insane, you are sick! So fucking horribly sick!”

“Yes! Yes I am sick. Freakingly, horribly sick!” Mark screamed at the latter making him flinch.

His time sounded as if some fallen angel was in pain and it intimidated Jungwoo.

“I'm sick for love. For the love that I have always dreamed of but never got. For the love that I could get but it got robbed. I just want love. To be loved. I'm so damn sick for love.” His tone got softer in the end as his eyes filled with tears. He started crying and Jungwoo just stayed in silence for a moment not knowing what to do. It was the first time to see the younger in such a state, broken and vulnerable instead of his usual confident and cocky personality.

He even just realized that he had slapped the younger just a few moments ago and noticed the redness on his cheek which he had hit. And it was not just a light tint. It was extremely red as almost blood. Although the younger's entire face was red because of his sniffles as he cried.

He felt bad at some points for what he did. Or maybe he just felt bad for everything he did in his entire life. But right now, he actually disliked the sight in front of him. The sight of Mark crying in intense pain which was caused by him. He actually felt as if the latter was a sensitive doll made of glass and he broke it.

Though, there was one certain thing that surprised him too, that the latter was not even holding onto his cheek as if he didn't care about the harsh sting there. As if he honorably accepted what the elder did to him.

He took a breath and calmed himself a little before breaking the silence. “This is not love Mark. This is just your extreme, dark obsession. Your drastically high pride to achieve someone as if they're some of your accessories. You can't just purchase or someone to fall in love with you. You can't torture them to love you. This is not how you do it, especially when you're in love. This is just not love.”

“Then tell me what is love!”

Mark's shout along with his question felt dangerous to Jungwoo that he just went silent once again for a quite long this time round.

They both stayed in silence, looking at each other and waiting for something, anything to happen.

And Jungwoo finally did.

By speaking, “I can't tell. Because, I myself don't know what love is anymore.” There was another moment of silence.

“But I can assure you that once you will fall in true love, you will feel the changes in you. And I have a feeling that it may happen real soon. So, so soon, Mark.” And after that last explanation, Jungwoo just turned around stepping outside the mansion and left.

Mark just collapsed down through the glass table and started sobbing his heart out. He actually himself did not know as to what just happened or had been happening all this time.

Maybe Jungwoo was right. Maybe he was just really sick. But he was also not wrong when he said that he was sick for love.