Letting out a deep sigh, 你 rub your temples in frustration. Your father had just called 你 to tell 你 that your mom had been admitted to the hospital because of a serious cough she had gotten. 你 are currently on tour with your boyfriend, Justin, and 你 can’t do anything about it. Your phone beeps and 你 receive yet another ‘are 你 okay?’ text from one of your cousins who had obviously also gotten the message. 你 let out a small shriek, wanting to just fall asleep and forget everything. 你 and your mom had always been close but 你 had recently started talking less when 你 had gone to visit Justin for a couple of months while he was on tour. It wasn’t that your mom loved 你 less for visiting him, rather the opposite. She was proud of 你 and Justin and your relationship with him. She was happy to see that 你 both worked hard to make the long distance relationship work. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Justin asks suddenly, making 你 lash your head around to locate the sound. Justin looks at 你 concernedly and when 你 meet his gaze, he immediately sits down beside 你 on the hotel room couch. “Nothing.” 你 sigh, “It’s just that… Dad just called and… He 说 tha-that mom’s in the hospital. She was admitted today because of a bad cough. I don’t know what’s happening, Justin! I-I’m supposed to be there for her but I’m here, halfway across the world. I-” Before 你 can say more, Justin has 你 wrapped up in his embrace as sobs wrecks through your body. He sneaks one of his hands under your t-shirt and rubs your back while the other is stroking your hair. “Shh…” He whispers softly as 你 cry into his shirt. He eventually pulls away and places his hands on your shoulders, forcing 你 to look directly at him. “It’s going to be okay. [Y/M/N] is strong, 你 know that. Remember that time when we were in 5th grade and she broke her ribs when she fell down the stairs?” 你 nod slowly, sniffing. 你 still can’t see where he’s going with this. “She was up and going the 分钟 the doctor gave her the okay. She’ll be fine, [Y/N]. I promise.” Justin offers 你 a small smile as he wipes the few tears, which are still falling from your eyes, with his thumb. “Thank you,” 你 whisper, your voice hoarse. “Thank 你 for always being there for me. Thank 你 for loving me like 你 promised in 3rd grade. I 爱情 you.” “I 爱情 you, too, [Y/N].”