I grabbed the headphones from their stand and slipped them over my ears, hitting the space bar on my laptop. The soft piano chords filled my ear canals, making me lean back into my seat while I listened to the latest song I just finished. It was more mellow than my usual songs, but it helped me to feel better about the situation. I had even gotten to work with a friend of mine at the new company, Suran. Her voice was beautiful with the song.

I found myself nodding my head slightly to the beat, feeling almost overwhelmed by everything. I couldn't help but smile when the song ended. It was perfect.

I had written it with the intention of playing it for Hoseok. Even if he would never wake up again, he had always wanted me to write a song just for him. I saved the song, uploading it to a flash drive, just in case. I packed my laptop and headphones up in my backpack and exited my new studio, locking the door.

It was three in the morning, and the office was empty. It made me surprisingly happy and calm. I wasn't in the mood for dealing with people currently. I was too busy holding in all of my emotions.

I drove straight to the hospital, not wanting to waste any time. My feet carried me straight to his room, seeing him in the same position as he's been in for over a week now.

"Hey Hobi." I cleared my throat in an attempt to sound more awake and less emotionally distraught. "You remember how you have been talking about wanting me to write a song for you? Well, I finally did it, in my new studio. It's beautiful baby, and I really think you'll like it."

I set my backpack down on the chair and rummaged through it until I found my headphones. I carefully put them over his head to cover his ears with them, before pulling my laptop out and pulling the song up. I connected the headphones and made sure the volume was adjusted before pressing play. I gripped his hand tight, unable to stop the small smile on my face at how proud I felt of this song. I hadn't felt this good about a song in a while, since before Hoseok got sick.

I could faintly hear the song slowly coming to an end through the headphones, and when the final chord played, I reached over and grabbed the headphones, tossing them on the bed. I refused to let go of his hand the whole time, my thumb rubbing circles against his soft skin.

"I really hope you loved it, Hoseok. I-I think that is my favorite song I've ever written. That could be because it was written with you in mind, or maybe I just got lucky. I think you're my lucky charm though, baby. I really do. I wish you could tell me how you feel about it. Your opinion does mean the world to me, after all."

I was fighting back tears again. Whether it was exhaustion or just the idea of Hoseok never giving me his good opinions again, I wasn't sure.

"I love you, my dear Hoseokie."

I stood up to gather my things, eager on heading to bed for the first time in over thirty-six hours. My bent down, kissing his forehead, and then the back of his hand. I started to slide my hand out of his when I felt his weak hand try and grip mine as tight as he could.

"Hoseok?" I was in shock. I couldn't be sure if this was sleep-deprivation, or my imagination, or reality. I thought back to what happened before he 'squeezed my hand' and felt a small smile form on my lips.

"Hobi, are you telling me you love me too?"

I felt him squeeze my hand weakly again, making tears of joy flood my cheeks as I sat back down in the chair next to him, burying my wet face into his hand as I cried.

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Lol maybe one more update tonight if I can get my shit together.

Also, I figured out how I plan on ending this book.
Heheheh🤷🏼‍♀️

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL, HANDSOME, GORGEOUS, BREATHTAKING SUNSHINE HOSEOK.

Thank you so much for everything, Hobi.💜🎉