This was fine.

Yeosang was perfectly okay with this. He was okay with his husband not remembering who he was at all. He'd much rather be where he is now, then just a few months ago, getting that dreadful phone call from the hospital during the middle of the night.

Some nights Jongho always came home late from working with their hyung in the studio. But no matter what, Jongho had always promised him that Yeosang would wake up with him by his side. And for as long as they've been married (Which they were coming up to their third anniversary!) Jongho had kept his promise.

His phone rang against his nightstand, startling him out of his sleep. Head buried deep within his mini mountain of pillows, a lazy arm lifted from his side, hand smacking against the nightstand's surface to search for his buzzing phone. It was an easy find, and Yeosang didn't even look at the caller ID, it had to be Jongho calling him, maybe telling him that he would be later than he normally is, or maybe even Wooyoung. It wouldn't be the first time he called while under the influence, and Yeosang would just have to yell at his friend to go to sleep and not bother him.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Is this Choi Jongho's husband?"

All it took was that question alone to spring to his feet, not even bothering to switch out of his pajamas. He threw on a robe, grabbed his shoes and was out the door the second 'accident' was spoken from the stranger on the other end of the line. Yeosang never sped down the highway faster in his life. It was honestly a wonder how he didn't get pulled over by any authority. He ran into the emergency room's entrance, flying straight to the nurse's desk.

"Oh, yes. Have a seat over by the waiting area and a doctor will come visit you shortly."

The nurse, obviously exhausted from her third shift didn't even spare him a glance from the computer in front of her, Yeosang wanted to demand to speak to the doctor immediately, but not wanting to risk getting escorted outside, he sat in one of the empty chairs.

Being quite late at night, there was hardly anyone beside himself and a few others, most likely intoxicated as it was the weekend. Most likely got injured due to wreckless behaviors.

His leg bounced up and down the ground on the marble title flooring, arms crossed over his chest. He felt fidgety, and he had every right to be so. He woke up from the call, explained on the phone that Jongho was in a motorbike accident. He wasn't even sure how serious it was!

Chances are most of his and Jongho's shared friends were asleep, aside from Hongjoong, who most times worked alongside Jongho in the studio. He didn't even give it thought, he was dialing his number, his leg had yet to stop bouncing from the nerves.

"Yeosang? Why are you calling me so late?"

"Hyung." Yeosang was not the kind to show many emotions to the ones he cared for, barely even shedding a tear the day of his own wedding. But his voice was wobbly as he spoke into the phone, his free hand raking constantly into his freshly dyed blond, having just dyed his hair the week prior.

"Something happened to Jongho."

That was all it took for Yeosang to say, and suddenly Hongjoong was dropping anything and arrived through the hospital's entrance just half an hour later, rushing right to Yeosang's side the second the tears slipped down his cheeks.

"Oh Yeosang, I'm sorry to hear. Jongho has always been strong. I bet he'll be okay."

And that was the thing, it took hours for even some sort of news on Jongho's condition. The sun was high in the sky by that point. Hongjoong hadn't left his side, which he was honestly grateful for, having left a voicemail to his husband back home to listen to when he woke up. He had been sleeping, head drooped forward and drool falling from his lips. But Yeosang was too anxious to even attempt a small nap.

The thick wooden doors opened, and when he saw a doctor stepping through them, he sprang up, only to be told to sit down.

The news that Jongho was at least stable eased his already stressed mind, but it didn't last at the mention of Jongho's coma, and it was only worse when it was said there would be no idea on when Jongho would wake up anytime soon, or even at all.

He nearly kept it together, asking to see his husband and was brought to his room.

His wobbly knees gave up on him at the sight of him, so dependent on a machine just to keep him alive, and Yeosang fell to the ground. He never cried harder in his life, thrashing at any sort of touch by the doctor or nurses that surrounded him trying to get him off the floor. He even shoved Hongjoong away when he was brought to help his friend.

He never wanted to go through that pain ever again. At least the world seemed to be on his side. During Jongho's path to recovery, Yeosang practically lived with him in his room, sleeping on the lumpy vomit green couch every night. He only went home to eat the food in their fridge so it wouldn't spoil and rot, or to shower. He refused to stay away from Jongho's side longer than an hour, so unless their friends came to visit them, Yeosang didn't reach out often.

He was glad they were understanding of the situation, never once pushing him to come with if any of them decided on a night out, simply taking his no and moving on without trying to change his mind. But he didn't feel so detached from any of them because they often visited when their schedules allowed them to, Hongjoong most of all. And with Hongjoong, naturally Seonghwa tagged along. Having their hyungs with them, the two were 'the parents' within their wacky friend group was comforting, and Seonghwa's warm words always eased his aching heart. He couldn't ask for a better support system.

But with good friends came stubbornness. Having full intent of just going home to make himself a simple sandwich, or make ramen and pack that up to bring back, getting dragged out to a restaurant for lunch was not ideal, a cheeky Wooyoung by his side while ordering their drinks. "Oh come on." Wooyoung slung an arm around Yeosang's neck.

Since Jongho's wreck, Yeosang grew stiff over most contact. He really only wanted to be hugged by Jongho, but Wooyoung was naturally a cuddle bug. The first time Wooyoung visited, he stuck to Yeosang's side like hot glue. He even fell asleep thanks to Wooyoung's comfort (It was for sure needed, he hadn't slept at all since getting the call), so Yeosang usually let it slide with his best friend but he still got a little tense.

"You can stay away from him for more than an hour. I promise Jongho will still be there."

He knew that, but it ate away at his brain, to the point when their meals arrived, Yeosang didn't have much of an appetite, picking at his meat with his chopsticks and taking small bites before declaring he was finished and instead requested a to-go box. Wooyoung pouted, but he knew he couldn't fight him on ditching because if San were in a similar situation, he'd probably fight tooth and nail just to stay by his bedside.

"Thanks for taking me out, really." Yeosang stood from his chair, tossing on his coat. "I'll pay you back when I have the chance."

"Nah, don't sweat it. Go back to him already and if anything does happen I best be the first one you call!"

Giving Wooyoung that satisfaction, Yeosang agreed, ubering his way back to the hospital (Because somebody wouldn't let him follow him in his own car), only when he stepped in the hospital room, ready to eat his lukewarm lunch in peace, one step in when his eyes casted over to Jongho, used to seeing him still unconscious and unmoving.

Yet his eyes were open, and his hand weakly reaching around the bed as if looking for something, and no longer a tube down his throat just to keep him breathing. He dropped his food, no longer interested in his meal as it spilled on the floor and ran straight to Jongho's side.

"Oh my god, Jongho! You're awake!"

His vision was blurry, Jongho's blob in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed. Blinking to clear up his vision, he reached to cup Jongho's cheek, expecting Jongho to lean in his touch as he always did, but rather that he flinched, moving his head to the side and away from his hand.

"Who are you? Where's my husband?"

Again, Yeosang was fine with this. In fact, he found it endearing how adament Jongho was that he was married any time Yeosang tried to hold or even touch him.

"Don't do that. My husband is very protective of me."

He was protective of him. The fact he still even remembered that, but anytime Jongho looked at him now, no longer a loving gaze but a distanced glare. Yeosang tried to explain that the man he was married to was in fact him, they were husbands but he refused to believe it.

"If you were my husband, I would have remembered you."

The doctor explained to be easy with Jongho, maybe surround him with familiarities in order to jog his mind on his own and tonot push him with any information. It hurt, but Yeosang would do anything. So the day Jongho was released from the hospital, weeks after initially waking up, a nurse wheeling him out the exit doors. Yeosang was waiting by their parked car.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here to take you home."

"Will my husband be there?"

Yeosang bit the inside of his cheek. Instead of replying, Yeosang nodded, stepping in the driver's seat when the nurse assisted Jongho in the back seat. Originally he was going to be placed next to Yeosang, but Jongho didn't feel comfortable sitting next to him.

This was fine, he told himself while he drove them both back to their home, letting Jongho step inside first, watching him by the doorway as he slowly walked around, eyeing the living room, then the doorway connecting to the kitchen.

He saw the confusion on his lover's face when seeing there was nobody in the house, even when Jongho went upstairs to rest as per doctor's orders.

To keep Jongho comfortable, Yeosang temporarily moved his belongings into one of their guest rooms and slept in there, tears falling down his face as he wrapped his arms around himself on the first night, pretending they were Jongho's like he always held him when comforting him.

Yeosang kept his distance, allowing Jongho to accommodate back into his domesticated life, sometimes when he was doing something in particular he'd make little comments, mostly of "his husband", and while he was proud Jongho was remembering the tinier things, it still hurt that Jongho still was unable to put a face on this faceless husband he had in his mind.

Eventually Yeosang invited their friends over, each coming in one at a time so it wouldn't be so overwhelming for Jongho, with Hongjoong going last to see him (As Wooyoung begged and begged to be the first to see Jongho). Yeosang remained on the couch and watched Hongjoong opening his arms to hug him, but stopped when Jongho only stepped back.

"Sorry, it's a force of habit. You never did like physical contact with anyone besides Yeosang."

"Yeosang-hyung?" Jongho turned to him, then back to Hongjoong. "Why him? Why not my husband?"

"He—"

"Hyung, why don't you bring Seonghwa-hyung back in?" Yeosang rushed to the two after standing from his seat, grabbing Hongjoong's shoulders and without even getting a response from him turning Hongjoong around, leading him back out on their porch, where the remainder of their friends sat and waited for their turns to greet Jongho.

"Hey- What the hell?" Hongjoong smacked Yeosang's arms away after the door shut. "Doesn't he know that you guys are married?"

Yeosang, while shaking his head, moved to sit on the porch swing, the one he sometimes liked to sit on early in the morning with some coffee while he waited for Jongho to wake up. "No. Doctor said to let him remember things on his own time so he's not overwhelmed, plus he refused to believe I was his husband when I tried to tell him." Although it was forced, Yeosang still smiled to Hongjoong.

"He'll eventually remember, it's just going to take time."

Hongjoong wanted to say something to him, maybe the doctor was wrong. But he decided to keep that to himself, and take his husband's hand. "I'll go back in with Seonghwa, you can stay out here if you want."

When the other couple disappeared, leaving him with the remaining four, Yeosang sighed. He pulled up his legs, arms wrapping around them and allowing his chin to rest in between his knees, his stare off towards the yard in front of him. In his own thoughts, Wooyoung had come up to him, plopping on the swing with Yeosang and, not shockingly enough, pulled Yeosang into an embrace, one he did try to pull from.

"Woo please—"

He felt another case of arms around him, and when he turned to his other side, he saw Yunho, eyes wider than a puppies'. Being squished between them both, barely able to breath from the suffocating love given, Yeosang whined while reaching up to pat at their arms. "Okay, okay! You're going to kill me!" It would have been a joke, but the embrace from them both was near bone crushing.

"Don't get so worried~" Yunho buried his face into Yeosang's soft hair, lifting up one of his large hands and carded his fingers through its soft locks. "Like you said, it'll take time. But Jongho will remember you. Who could ever forget ur favorite maltese- Ow ow ow! Hey!" Yunho threw himself back, covering and rubbing his right chest because Yeosang had fucking pinched and twisted his nipple. He pouted, retreating back to Mingi who had his arms waiting for him.

"Last time I ever try to comfort you." Mumbled under his breath.

"Promise?"

"You wish."

Yeosang looked to Wooyoung, his own arms still wrapped tight around him, but all it took was for Yeosang to lift a hand in a pinching motion for him to go running back to San. "Nope nope, I'm not getting a purple nurple today!"

When the commotion died down outside, Yeosang heard his front door opening, the couple from before stepping back outside, both wearing neutral expressions on their faces.

While being pulled with, Seonghwa sat with Hongjoong on the porch steps. "Did he say anything?" Yeosang was the first to speak up, waiting for a response from either of the two, Hongjoong ended up speaking.

"He asked me about his job, and I told him he worked with me said he wants to try and start working again."

Yeosang didn't like that idea. Jongho was only home for about a week! He wuldn't even be able to handle it just yet. "I told him I wasn't sure about that." Hongjoong continued on, gaining Yeosang's attention again while Seonghwa's arm wrapped around his shoulder. "Then he got pissed, and went upstairs." Hongjoong puffed out his cheeks. "Even when he doesn't remember, he still acts how he does when he's mad. He hides away in solitude."

Yeah, that sounded like his Jongho for sure. He stayed outside for a little while longer, allowing himself to relax with their six friends before he'd have to go in and check on Jongho, even if he'd just get shut out. It wasn't until his hand was covering over the shut bedroom door, his head closing in on it to see if he could hear Jongho inside.

And... He was crying?

"Jongho?"

"Go away!"

It was probably a better idea to listen, to go in his temporary room or even downstairs while letting Jongho calm down on his own, but something with hearing the small hiccups with each breath Jongho took, letting out in small sobs had him opening the door without a second thought. Like Yeosang, Jongho was not the kind to express his emotions too much. It took four dates for him to even muster up the courage to kiss Yeosang!

Once the door was wide open, Yeosang stepped into the bedroom, eyes scanning the room and found Jongho sitting in the center of the large bed, the black duvet pulled over his hunched form. The lump of human tensed when Yeosang's presence was known in the room, him sitting as far as he could to still give Jongho that space. "What's wrong, teddy bear?"

That nickname was almost foreign on his tongue, only calling Jongho his teddy bear on special occasions, but lately he hadn't exactly used it at all.

Jongho didn't reply, moving until he was now laying on his side. Yeosang wanted to reach a hand out, and rub what he assumed was Jongho's back. He wasn't exactly sure which way the younger was facing, but it didn't matter. "Overwhelming day?"

Again, no verbal response yet but Yeosang did get a little 'mhmm', so at least he got some indication of why Jongho was acting the way he was. "That's okay." Even if Jongho couldn't see, Yeosang smiled at his direction anyway. "Our friends have always been that way, chaotic. Sometimes a little too much to handle. Maybe next time I'll just bring a few rather than everone. I'm definitely not bringing Wooyoung back over."

As he spoke, Jongho slowly shifted, moving to pull the duvet off of him and finally, Yeosang was able to see his face, and see he was in fact facing his way. Seeing a few stray tears, like he always did any time he caught Jongho in any sort of distress that brought him to this point, he lifted a hand, thumb out to wipe them off his cheeks. But with the way Jongho scooted away, he just placed his hand back on his thigh.

"Are you hungry?" Again, like with his previous question Jongho didn't give a vocal reply, but he did nod his head. "Okay," He stood, the bed creaking and groaning as it slowly moved back into place. "You can stay in here, I'll come and get you when I have food ready."

Once out of the bedroom, down the stairs Yeosang went while thinking of what exactly to make. If he were honest though? He really didn't have the energy to cook, rather order his comfort food and call it a day. He took one glance at the kitchen doorway, and just shook his head. Yeah, no, Yeosang did not have it in him to even prepare a meal, nor had he within the last few weeks. So he sat on the couch, pulling out his phone to order in food for them instead. Maybe another time. His phone fell from his hand, landing on his stomach and picked up the remote. Maybe some tv could help kill time while he waited.

He turned it on, of course it had to be a romance movie for the first thing he saw. He nearly glared at the screen, as if it were mocking him for something he temporarily didn't have. Yeosang was quick to change the channel, instead maybe something other than romance could distract him. Deciding on a horror film instead, he got himself comfortable, knees pulled up as he moved into the corner of the couch. With every jumpscare given, his whole body jumped in fright, head burying into his arms. Jongho always held him during these parts, he was never the one that ever got scared. He always comforted Yeosang, an arm around his shoulders and pulling him until he could bury his face into his bicep—

He grabbed the remote. What the hell was he thinking? They always watched scary movies late at night together (Mostly as an excuse to cuddle by the end of it), Yeosang flipped the channel to another until he found himself some shitty comedy movie to entertain him instead. At least that finally worked, until food was delivered, Yeosang bringing in boxes to settle on the coffee table. He'd start to holler for Jongho, but straightening himself out, he turned to the stairway to find the younger standing on the bottom step, looking back at him.

"Oh, Jongho. Perfect timing. Food's here. Come and eat." Jongho came over, rounding the table and sitting in front of the few boxes Yeosang laid out.

"Pizza?" Yeosang nodded, disappearing in the kitchen and returning with a couple of plates, and even cold cans of soda snug under his arms.

"Yeah, it was one of your favorites." He sat next to him, handing Jongho one of the empty plates and cans so he could help himself. "Well, not your favorite favorite. But it's definitely one of your top fives."

Jongho, with a brow raised took the plate, watching Yeosang while he opened the first box of pizza. "How do you know so much about me?"

Because I'm your husband, stupid.

That's what he wanted to respond with, but it wouldn't really cut it. Yeosang rather smiled, taking one of the pieces and opening one of the smaller boxes. Chicken wings, was it really that surprising?

"Oh, you know. You and I were just close is all."

"Right." Jongho took a piece as well, even one of the wings available. Jongho didn't speak again, but during their silent meal together, both eyes on the television screen, Yeosang did cast his eyes over to the younger. Even if quiet, he could tell something was on his mind. He wished he could ask what it was, and tell Jongho he could tell him if he had anything on his mind, but he would rather wait until Jongho came to him to tell him without being asked. So he kept to himself, at least until Jongho did speak up.

"Why can't I go to work with that Hongjoong guy?"

Yeosang bit the inside of his cheek, not surprising Jongho would even ask him this question. Plate emptied, he set it down and turned his body to fully face Jongho, him doing the same so now they were facing one another.

"Jongho, you were only released from the hospital last week, isn't that rushing it a little? I know you're up and moving around but that's different than being up and moving at work."

"What do I even do for a living? Hongjoong never told me specifically."

Yeosang decided to pull out his phone, going into his gallery to pull up a couple of videos for Jongho to witness. "You're actually in training to become an idol, that's you right there showing me the choreography to the song you've been working on with Hongjoong-hyung the last few months. That's why it probably isn't a good idea for you to be working just yet. Once you're fully healed I promise you can go back to work."

"But it'd be fine! Maybe being there can help bring back some memories?" Maybe it could, but Yeosang would rather wait until he was sure Jongho was fully recovered. When Jongho saw him shaking his head, he sighed. "Why the hell do you even get a say in that I'm able to do?"

I'm trying to keep you from getting hurt again you idiot.

He didn't say those words, putting his phone back down, Yeosang put another wing onto his plate. "Just trust me okay?"

Jongho stood up, leaving his plate on the table as he went back to the stairs. "Uh huh. I don't think I can trust you yet." With that, Jongho went back upstairs, his footsteps growing faint as he reached the bedroom, the soft click signaling the door was shut. Yeosang's smile dropped now that he was alone, and lowered his head.

He dropped the wing he had in his hand, with the mood now sour he didn't exactly feel like eating anymore.

"What am I doing wrong?" He was mumbling to himself. Was he being overbearing to Jongho? Should he let Hongjoong bring him to the studio?

No longer with an appetite, Yeosang packed up the remaining food and went back to his room for the night.

Jongho didn't really initiate conversation with Yeosang anytime they see each other, which you'd think it would be often being under one roof. Quite the opposite, Jongho mostly stayed in their once shared bedroom, not exactly coming out often unless going to the bathroom or to the kitchen to retreive something to eat, and when leaving with a bowl of whatever, his eyes always found Yeosang on the couch.

Nothing was said, and he'd just go back up to the bedroom and come back down later with an empty dish for Yeosang to wash later in the night. Their friends visit often, mostly Hongjoong and Seonghwa as they were more mellow than the rest.

Jongho's memories seemed to be the same, nothing had come to him besides the smaller things. Nothing major, and especially nothing involving Yeosang.

Well, there were some. For Jongho, he'd have these little dreams anytime he napped during the day or went to bed at night. He dreamt of what he had to confirm were memories. They never lasted long, he always woke up before he could put a face to the man haunting his dreams, it was infuriating, he knew he was married, anytime he looked at his hand he saw the silver band adorning his ring finger. Yet why can't he figure out just who this mystery man was?

To keep Jongho from getting upset, Yeosang also kept his distance, only talking to Jongho if initiated by the other man.

It still ached, especially the lonly nights as Yeosang laid in the the guest bed, curled up under the covers wrapped in his own arms, wishing they were the one he loved. He'd just have to deal with these emotions, bottling them as best as he could until Jongho got his memories back.

If he gets his memories back.

Jongho's physical recovery was steady, finally off his medications, any stitches he had were taken off. Yeosang felt okay enough to let Hongjoong take him to the studio, their hyung promising he'd watch over Jongho to make sure nothing would happen to him. He was appreciative he made sure that Jongho would be fine, but he still worried, asking for text updates every couple of hours which calmed his heart until the anxiety started up again.

Yeosang was in the middle of making some ramen, just finished boiling the noodles to perfection and lifting the pot from the stove to pour it into a bowl when his phone buzzed, and seeing Hongjoong's caller ID lighting up on the screen he just had this feeling this wasn't just one of his usual updates, otherwise he wouldn't be calling at all.

"What's wrong?" No hello, no what's up. Once Yeosang answered and pressed his phone to his ear he was already asking what was happening.

"Okay DON'T freak out."

"You saying that makes me wants to freak out. Hyung, what's wrong."

"Jongho.. He had an argument with one of the other trainees and headed down the stairs, they grabbed his arm to try and stop him. He freaked, pushed them off and they pushed back. Yeosang he fell down the stairs, they got him in the truck before I could see him but I'm on the way to the hospital now."

Crash.

Yeosang jumped back. The shock of the news caused him to drop the bowl he had in his free hand, noodles and broth spilling all on the floor. But to hell with the mess, Yeosang could clean that up later, right now he was throwing on his shoes after zooming from the kitchen, carkeys already in hand.

"I'm on my way."

That same feeling Yeosang once felt back then, when he received the call from the hospital that night came back, worse than ever as he sped down the roads. This time he DID get pulled over by authority and being given all these questions as to why he was going over the speed limit, as calmy as he could said he had an emergency and needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible. Luckily only given a warning, he got to the hospital without any other incidents.

Legs on autopilot, he ran straight to the nurse's station to ask for information on his husband.

But unlke last time he didn't have to wait hours just for an update, he was told which room number he needed, being told not to run when heading for the same double wooden doors, so Yeosang sped walked right into the room, finding Jongho fortunately in the hospital bed awake. That anxiety eating away at his whole body dissapated, rushing right to the side of the bed. "Oh, Jongho. Thank god."

He didn't try to hold his hand, knowing Jongho would just pull it away, and give him a look as if he thought he was crazy. But that wasn't the case this time around. When Yeosang moved to sit in the clearly uncomfortable looking plastic chair, his wrist was grabbed by Jongho. He looked at him, the look on Jongho's face clearly wasn't cold or uncomfortable. His eyes were wide, tears bubbling up in the corners of them and most importantly were warm. He got yanked onto the bed, practically thrown on top of Jongho and engulfed in his strong arms.

The feeling was missed, Yeosang longing to feel Jongho's embrace after what felt like years for him. His own arms, now shaky, moved around historso, fingers gripping tightly at the fabric of the hospital pajamas Jongho was changed into, his face in it's rightful place; in the junction between Jongho's neck and shoulders, wetting Jongho's top with the tears he didn't even know he had falling down his cheeks, but he didn't care. Nothing needed to be said at firstwhile his shoulders started to shake.

"What the hell happened?" Jongho's fingers ran into Yeosang's hair, yet another feeling Yeosang missed so dearly.

"You were in an accident." His words were semi muffled being pressed into Jongho, but they were clear enough to be understood. "You were in a coma for months, and when you woke up.. You didn't remember anything, didn't remember me." Yeosang's lower lip was quivering as he spoke, trying to keep his voice as steady as he could, but the bottle Yeosang used to keep his emotions hidden away for Jongho's sake cracked and were spilling over.

"You remembered having a husband, but you didn't realize it was me.. I wanted to tell you so badly, but the doctor suggested it was better to let you remember on your own but god, it was agonizing."

Jongho listened to everything, slowly even rocking both of their bodies while he was soothing Yeosang's sorrows, his fingers moved down to the nape of his neck to rub the exposed skin there.

"I'm sorry." He said softly.

Yeosang finally willed himself to move from Jongho, to look at his face. "Don't apologize." Trembling hands moved up, cupping each side of Jongho's face. His thumbs gently brushed over Jongho's cheek bones, which were now wet. "Not your fault."

"Still." Moving his hand again, Jongho pushed back a stray hair of Yeosang's behind his ear, his fingers gently grazing over his birthmark as he cupped his face as well, slowly motioning him over. When close enough, Jongho pressed his lips soft to his, not failing to feel how they wobbled before a small sob retched out of Yeosang.

"I missed you so much." He mumbled against Jongho's lips before finally pressing themmore firmly against his, one of his hands moving to wrap around Jongho's neck.

Yeosang was a mess, and Jongho was a mess as they kissed, but no damns were given, even if they had an audience in the room as Hongjoong stepped into the hospital room, not saying anything so the couple could enjoy this little moment of theirs.

His Jongho was back, and that was all that mattered to him. So yeah, Yeosang was fine with this.