A/N: Might contain medical inaccuracies.

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Woojin and Chan hadn't talked about the incident with the guitar.

When Chan finally calmed down, he gave Woojin a tight hug and went to the bathroom to watch his face. Then both of them went to the first floor, where all the guys were already in the kitchen. They were trying to cook some weird Japanese dish of which Woojin couldn't remember its name. But that at the end was a mess and they called a restaurant for it to be delivered to Woojin's house.

As a whole, the evening was really funny, as it always was when they were together. They played video games, watched movies, fooled around and etc. The problem was that Woojin couldn't get Chan crying out of his head. And he would unconsciously look at him with worried eyes during the entire afternoon. The thing was that sometimes Chan would catch him looking and would smile brightly towards him. Which made Woojin feel like whatever had happened to him, he would simply smile it out and act like it didn't happen.

Even when they were singing happy birthday to Jeongin as soon as the clock hit the 12 am. Chan went up to the youngest and back hugged him but, not even there, Woojin couldn't stop worrying.

It was passed two am at the moment and almost everybody had gone to sleep by now. Unlike other times, most of them just left to the room as soon as they felt sleepy enough. But the last ones standing had just decided it was enough gaming for the night.

Woojin went to the bathroom when they had already started organizing the room, and he was walking back to it to check if anybody was still there or not. The lights were off, reason why he thought nobody was there anymore. But as he got closer, he distinguished the dim lighting of the tv that escaped through the open door. When he entered, Chan was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, and a video of what seemed to be himself, years ago, playing on the screen.

Woojin almost gasped when he heard a younger Chan speaking, talking, actually producing sound with his vocal chords. Chan looked at him and tapped the empty sofa next to him, telling him to go sit with him. Woojin did so.

Chan played a video where he was playing the guitar in his room, and his parents were recording him. It was only Chan sitting on his bed and playing an electric guitar that sounded amazing for a boy that looked no older than 10 years old. He then played another one, this time it was him up on stage, singing and playing an acoustic guitar and Woojin almost lost himself in the other's voice. He would have never thought that Chan had such a beautiful voice. And the last video left Woojin in shock. It was a clip, from a news report on the tv from 5 years ago.

They talked about how a car, with four people on board, had been run over by a truck. The report said that none of those involved was dead, but that one of the passengers in the car had been severely wounded and was fighting for his life in the hospitals. They said the kid was only 13 years old and that his parents and younger brother were the other ones involved in the accident. But the truck hit the car on the side, on the back right door. Reason why although injured, the other three were not in critical conditions.

And Woojin couldn't speak or even think about anything, he was petrified in his place.

Chan was mirroring the screen of his phone on the tv, and he went out of the videos and opened notes. Starting to tell the story that Woojin had wondered about many times, but never had the audacity of asking.

And right now, Woojin wasn't sure if he was ready to know it anymore. However, he kept his mouth shut and let Chan get out everything.

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Chan was 11 and Felix was 10 when they moved to South Korea. Their parents worked for an international company, and they had recently signed a contract to work for over ten years in a project back in their native country.

Chan and Felix were only half-brothers, being Chan biologically the son of another man. However, his real father never showed up in his life and he didn't need him either. This man had abandoned his young mother as soon as he heard she was pregnant and he never came back. And a before Chan was born, she married Lee Youngsoo, Felix's father. And although Chan wasn't really his son, Youngsoo always treated him like his father. So Chan didn't need any other man claiming any rights over him for sharing half of their DNA.

Chan and Felix grew up happily and with a beautiful bothers relationship that most siblings would envy. However, they were really different. Chan was inclined towards music, being really good despite his young age. And Felix was more into martial arts.
When they moved to Korea, Felix got into an international school since he never really tried to learn Korean. Unlike Chan, who always studied Korean, and got into a performing arts school right away.

The day that nobody mentioned ever, could've been a regular October 15th if that didn't happen.

Chan had entered to a competition in his school, and he had successfully passed to the second round, making his family proud of their oldest son. That day, they were on their way to the location where the competition would take place that day, and they were a little bit late.

"Dad, are you sure we're gonna get there in time?" Chan asked, worried about being kicked out of the competition for not being there on time.

"Don't worry, Chris," his mother said, turning around and ruffling his hair. "I'm sure everything will be okay today and you will do just as good as you always do when performing," she smiled.

Although not trusting his mother's words, Chan smiled back at her, because his mother had a beautiful smile that was hard to resist to.

Chan leaned back, resting his back on the seat. And looking through the window. That day was raining and the little drops of water were all over the window. Chan thought the city looked pretty when you looked at it through the window like that. Somehow, he liked the sound of the of the windshield wiper.

His father stopped the car in a red light, waiting patiently for it to be green so they could keep on moving. Chan kept looking through the window, trying to remember his performance while they waited. At least, if they were waiting, he would do something slightly productive with that time.

At that moment, he noticed something off on the street that was perpendicular to the one they were on. Since it was only four pm, they weren't that many cars circulating. And on the other street was a truck, a truck that was moving too fast to stop before the 5 seconds that the red light was marking that it had left. And Chan's eyes widened with horror as he realized that in any second his father would press the accelerator, and be in the trajectory of the truck.

He tried to scream at his father and tell him not to move, but the panic that was running inside of him did let him. All he had time to do, was turn around to and look at Felix' seatbelt, almost sighing in relief when he saw that it was on its place this time. But he couldn't. Before he had the time to sigh, the truck was already crashing against the car. He still had the memory of everything suddenly going on slow motion. He could perfectly remember how the window broke and the pieces of shattered crystal separated from each other. Lucky for him, he lost conscience no more than seconds before, because the pain on his body would've been unbearable otherwise.

Chan's larynx was directly hit during the crash, just as many other parts of his body. He had internal bleeding and two ribs broken. As well as his left leg and arm too. One of Chan's lungs collapsed due to the shock and broken ribs, and he had a serious contusion on his head.

However, the thirteen years old kid was lucky. His spinal cord and backbones remained untouched, if the kid got out of there alive, he would be able to walk and move freely. Sadly, his vocal cords weren't as lucky, they got permanently damaged, which meant the kid could never speak again.

He battled for his life for three weeks since the collapsed lung almost caused serious damage to his heart and the head contusion leas brain hemorrhage. His body was also rejecting the anesthesia in various occasions, which caused him to wake up in pain and that caused panic attacks in the young boy.

Those three weeks were hell for Chan's family. His mother, who was discharged from just a few days after the accident, wouldn't abandon the hospital unless it was extremely necessary and Felix, at his 11 years, would cry every and pray every night for his brother to be okay while he himself dealt with a broken arm.

But those weeks weren't the only thing they had to struggle with. Because once Chan was again awake and healing, depression caught him. He couldn't see or hear any kind of music for almost two years after the accident, which led to having to transfer the boy to another school. He had destroyed both of his guitars one day, not being able to see them anymore without feeling rage and a deep sadness inside of him.

For a while, he blamed music for his fate. Because if he hadn't been interested in it in the first place, the accident would've never happened.

The accident took any sign of the bright and cheerful boy he once went and made him a tired teenager who wanted nothing on his life. He wouldn't eat or go out, and he started to have insomnia, which led to more anger problems and more. The only thing that his parents were able to make him do, was learning to speak AUSLAN and KSL, while they learned it too. And yet today they weren't sure of how they managed to do it, but they were glad they did.

The next two years were just plain hell for me and my family. And I kind of feel bad now because I gave them such a hard time.

I was in therapy for more than three years and I still visit Mr. Choi sometimes. You know, just so I can let anything that could bother me out.

Also, in the school were Felix was at and that I was transferred to after the accident, people were idiots. They treated me like I was something weird just because I couldn't speak and if they got to know about the accident, then they would try to treat me like a handicapped person and be all pitiful over me. I hated it, but I didn't care about it too much. I was too busy struggling with my own demons to care about a few stupid people. But also I never made any friends at all there.

Anyways, as you know, we moved to the other side of the city last year and our parents decided to transfer us to a school that was closer since none of us really cared about studying there or not. And at that point, I was just fine, and pretty much only wanted to finish high school once and for all.

But now... now I have you, guys. And I have you, Woojin. And my life feels like it's taking the correct path again. And sometimes I worry because I feel what if something happens again, but then I see you there smiling at me and those worries vanish instantly.

When you were playing the piano, I felt like something inside of me was taking its right place again. And I just couldn't hold back the desire of playing that guitar. Of feeling its cords again. It was the first time I touched an instrument after the accident. It's been 5 years and... all the feeling just piled up on me when I played your guitar. And I'm sorry for drenching your t-shirt with my tears, I couldn't help myself. But I'm just so grateful and glad that I have you in my life.

It was relieving for him to finally tell somebody, outside his family, that actually cared for him, about what he'd been through. It was like a heavy weight was lifted from his shoulders. And seconds after putting down his phone, he had Woojin hugging him.

"I'm grateful for having you in my life to, like you have no idea of how much, Channie," he said. And Chan raised his arms to wrapped them around Woojin too, "And you don't have to apologize for my t-shirt. Now I have your DNA and can clone you."

And Chan laughed. Letting himself melt away in the older's arms, knowing he didn't need anything else.