Crippled Heart
Pair(s):JaeSu, some Homin
Rating:PG
Length:One-Shot
Warning:Angst,Grammar mistakes...
Summary: Jaejoong comes tries to come to term with what has to be done.
Disclaimer: Purely for entertainment purposes only. No money is made from this.
A/N Note: Read this fic first will help better understand the story..
The little girl looked at her mommy with sadness and longing. It was late on a Saturday morning. She and he daddy had already visited her older brother at the cemetery. She did not feel as happy and as excited as she usually felt when meeting her mommy; though, she did try to look as though she was.
It was all for her daddy’s sake but he was too wrapped in his own thoughts to notice if she was or wasn’t upset. The conversation she overheard a few days ago amongst her uncles and daddy won’t leave her. She really didn’t want to think of what would happen if her daddy really did give up on her mommy. She finally stopped speaking altogether giving up the pretense of being seemingly happy and just sat looking sadly at her mother lying still on the bed as if he was only asleep.
JaeJoong did not notice how quiet the room had gotten. He was too deep in thought on the decision he knew-but dreaded- that he would have to make. He did want to do it but last night Changmin and Yunho stopped to have a talk he knew he was never ready to have. Ever.
“Do you want her to lose both her parents?!”
That was the outburst from Changmin at one point when the conversation turned even more heated. Changmin’s husband, Yunho, stepped closer to Changmin ready to restrain him if the taller man tried to jump on the eldest in the room. Jaejoong had stood there with his eyes wide taken aback by the outburst from his brother. He felt his fist curl into fists angry with himself and the truth of Changmin’s words. Junsu was he life or had been his life according to Changmin. He and Junsu had been together for almost fifteen years; despite the last five of those years were with Junsu being in a coma. He has too much love for his husband for him to let him die. And letting his husband starve to death seemed to be a cruel way to have the love of his life die. He understood his younger brother’s concern he really did but he had already lost his son. Wasn’t that enough? The part time job he had along with his other full-time job made sure he had enough money to cover the cost of Junsu’s hospital care. He was also doing a good job of raising his daughter just fine with it just being him… for now.
It took him a few minutes to realise that he could no longer hear his daughter having a lively, though very one-sided, conversation with the man lying on the bed. He turned from the window he was perched against and noticed she was patting the man’s hair gently almost as if she were afraid she’d disrupt him if she did anything more. The grief that was evident on his daughter’s face made it hard for him to hold back his tears and the lump forming that in his throat.
He had noticed the change her demeanor a few days ago early one morning when he was the one that had to wake her up, but he chose to say nothing about it. Even during the drive to the cemetery and then to the hospital she seemed a little subdued then. Jaejoong felt like a sharp pain was spreading throughout his chest at the realization of the toll this was now having on his daughter. He walked over to where his daughter was seated and took her other hand in his. They both walked silently through the building towards the exit. Jaejoong had tears once again blur his vision as he realised the tough choice he was about to make. Sometime soon, he would have to talk with Junsu’s doctor about removing Junsu’s feeding tube.
The little girl turned to look at her mommy one last time before the exited the room, silently pleading for him to wake. She looked up at her daddy’s face hoping that he would give the other man as long as her mommy needed to find his way back to them.
Rating:PG
Length:One-Shot
Warning:Angst,Grammar mistakes...
Summary: Jaejoong comes tries to come to term with what has to be done.
Disclaimer: Purely for entertainment purposes only. No money is made from this.
A/N Note: Read this fic first will help better understand the story..
The little girl looked at her mommy with sadness and longing. It was late on a Saturday morning. She and he daddy had already visited her older brother at the cemetery. She did not feel as happy and as excited as she usually felt when meeting her mommy; though, she did try to look as though she was.
It was all for her daddy’s sake but he was too wrapped in his own thoughts to notice if she was or wasn’t upset. The conversation she overheard a few days ago amongst her uncles and daddy won’t leave her. She really didn’t want to think of what would happen if her daddy really did give up on her mommy. She finally stopped speaking altogether giving up the pretense of being seemingly happy and just sat looking sadly at her mother lying still on the bed as if he was only asleep.
JaeJoong did not notice how quiet the room had gotten. He was too deep in thought on the decision he knew-but dreaded- that he would have to make. He did want to do it but last night Changmin and Yunho stopped to have a talk he knew he was never ready to have. Ever.
“Do you want her to lose both her parents?!”
That was the outburst from Changmin at one point when the conversation turned even more heated. Changmin’s husband, Yunho, stepped closer to Changmin ready to restrain him if the taller man tried to jump on the eldest in the room. Jaejoong had stood there with his eyes wide taken aback by the outburst from his brother. He felt his fist curl into fists angry with himself and the truth of Changmin’s words. Junsu was he life or had been his life according to Changmin. He and Junsu had been together for almost fifteen years; despite the last five of those years were with Junsu being in a coma. He has too much love for his husband for him to let him die. And letting his husband starve to death seemed to be a cruel way to have the love of his life die. He understood his younger brother’s concern he really did but he had already lost his son. Wasn’t that enough? The part time job he had along with his other full-time job made sure he had enough money to cover the cost of Junsu’s hospital care. He was also doing a good job of raising his daughter just fine with it just being him… for now.
It took him a few minutes to realise that he could no longer hear his daughter having a lively, though very one-sided, conversation with the man lying on the bed. He turned from the window he was perched against and noticed she was patting the man’s hair gently almost as if she were afraid she’d disrupt him if she did anything more. The grief that was evident on his daughter’s face made it hard for him to hold back his tears and the lump forming that in his throat.
He had noticed the change her demeanor a few days ago early one morning when he was the one that had to wake her up, but he chose to say nothing about it. Even during the drive to the cemetery and then to the hospital she seemed a little subdued then. Jaejoong felt like a sharp pain was spreading throughout his chest at the realization of the toll this was now having on his daughter. He walked over to where his daughter was seated and took her other hand in his. They both walked silently through the building towards the exit. Jaejoong had tears once again blur his vision as he realised the tough choice he was about to make. Sometime soon, he would have to talk with Junsu’s doctor about removing Junsu’s feeding tube.
The little girl turned to look at her mommy one last time before the exited the room, silently pleading for him to wake. She looked up at her daddy’s face hoping that he would give the other man as long as her mommy needed to find his way back to them.