Okay, so I had created this as a random thing that just came to mind a long time ago and thought it kinda fit well with Jaehyun.

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He was only ten years old when he heard the news. His best friend was in a coma. Sadness spread through his body and he cried for however long it took for him to except the fact that her eyes were closed for an unknown amount of time and there was the chance that they would never open. Now obviously this young boy still had his pride and so he of course wouldn't admit it to anyone that he cried for his female friend.

Everyday he'd enter her hospital room, and  everyday he'd tell her what happened, just like any other normal day, as if she were awake and aware of what he was saying.

Months passed and he'd buy her flowers every Monday because she always said that the flower garden they passed everyday brighten her day especially on Mondays. Tuesday's he'd drop by the ice cream stand and grab himself and his friend their favourite ice cream, he'd sit in the chair beside her and slowly eat his ice cream while hers slowly but surely melted into a sloppy warm soup. Wednesday would roll around and he'd bring a book he borrowed from the library and read it to her, she loved reading so they'd drop by the library often. Thursday's were days when she'd have piano practice, he'd always be welcome to come in and listen, he missed hearing her play so he'd bring in tapes of some of her favourite pianists and play it softly while he pretended to play it himself. He brought in his new hockey stick and told her about all the things that happened at practice, usually they'd discuss this themselves because she'd always come to his hockey practices on Fridays and cheer him on, but because she was asleep, he had to do it all himself. Finally the weekends come round and he brings in his unfinished homework and worked by her side.

The doctors and nurses at the hospital became well aquatinted with the boy and every time they saw him enter they knew where he'd be headed. They smiled at his determination to keep her in his life.

Like every story the years go by, now at the age of 15 he sits by her side once more, this time drawing. No one knows what of, just drawing. Line by line, creating a picture which will soon be finished.

The girl shouldn't have lasted this long doctors and neighbours would say, but she has and he's proud of her for it.

A couple more painful months and his hope dwindled but it was still there. The doctors said that they would soon have to end her misery, he wasn't having any of it.

He laid his head on the hospital bed and stared up at her sleeping face while he slowly caressed her hand. Drawing circles and other shapes on the palm of her hand just like she used to do to him when they were bored or just relaxing in the quiet, enjoying each others company. His gaze soon drifted to her hand, so soft and delicate. So nurturing. Oh how he wanted his friend back, he'd do anything to have her awake. He closed his eyes as he held her hand firmly in his. Unbeknown to him, her eyes had fluttered open and it was like she was awoken like sleeping beauty or Snow White. She groggily looked around, her eyes landing on her friend that she barely recognized, she smiled as she watched him sleep, wondering how long he'd been there. She lightly squeezed his hand expecting him not to notice, but of course he did. Surprise was clearly written on his face and he jerked up only to see his friend staring down at him. She spoke gently to him greeting him with a 'hello'. He never realized how much he missed her smile, or her soft voice until now. He mumbled and stuttered, and shaking with excitement, unable to get any words out. Not wanting her friend to embarrass himself any more she shushed him. He only had a sliver of pride left in his bones but what use was it to him now anyways, he hand his one and only friend. The friend he believed would stay by his side for ever and ever. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he hugged the girl tightly, the hours and the days and the months and the years spent by her side wishing for this day to come had finally paid off and now he had so much to show her and tell her.

With in the time of her coma, the boy had learned how to play the piano, draw, play multiple sports, and so much more that he knew would be of use to them one day.

Who says wishes can't come true?

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This is kinda unrealistic to be honest. I mean how could a ten year old be in a coma for five years? Maybe it's possible, I dunno.