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Dissimulation

Dissimulation

noun;

of one's thoughts, feelings, or character; pretense.

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Felix has seen many things in his young life. What he wasn't expecting was to let his eyes widened drastically to the sight that unfolded in front of him. His body froze, his feet suddenly felt like they in blocks of plaster unable to move. Every muscle in his body tightened, struck with fear. Seungmin had to nudge him in order for his motor skills to start functioning. Once they did start Felix without hesitation ran towards Han.

Towards his brother, who was being held helplessly. Barely clinging onto Jisungs back.

He was carrying Minho. Minho's arms had been laid loosely over Jisungs shoulders; his grip tightly secured to Minho's thighs. He was stumbling around trying to keep Minho up on his back. He fell to his knees as he gave out a breath.

"Minho!" Felix cried out, this caused Han to stop in his tracks to observe who was coming at him. He didn't know who Minho was, but if he had to guess when he saw the red head it had to be his brother.

"Min! Minho! Are you okay?" Felix pleaded seeing his disheveled body. His eye was bruising, a gash just above the eyebrow. His lip swollen. Lord only knew what was hiding under the clothing. Felix couldn't begin to imagine how bad the injuries were since he was being carried. Minho never ever came back this ruffed up. A limp here or there, a light bruise or a cut but this, this was something that drained all Felix's calm collected mind into a crazy maze of mayhem.

"What happened to him!" Felix growled. Seungmin had lightly touched his shoulder, yet Felix nudged it away in distress. He didn't like being touched when he saw Minho in this state. Felix's eyes narrowed, his usual cheerful expression fill with pure anger and it was getting a little aggressive. His clenched jaw, as he faced Han. His eyes looking ready to maul the person in front of him. Felix knew it probably wasn't Han's fault perse, but he was still worried none-the-less. How else was he supposed to take this scene?

His brother went out almost six hours ago and he comes back barely functioning. On the back of a stranger no less. The tremors in his hand as he brushed the hair out of Minho's face, his breathing light and shallow. He was sleeping.

"Let me take him to my room then I'll explain..."

"Wait?! Why your room?" Felix quickly halted the blue haired male from moving. Han quietly mumbled out in a cold expression,

"I suggest you move- unlike you, I bet I have the resources to actually fix him up."
Felix wanted to refute the snarky tone, even though he knew he was right. So, for now, he listened but stayed close next to his brother and followed Han to take the injured male to his room. This was now the second time Felix has seen Han encounter Minho, and both times its in different circumstances. Both times were contrasting each other. Once we got to the room Han had Seungmin search his front pocket to find the key card for his room. It probably would have been comedically funnier if the male were drunk and there was laughter but right now no laughter was on any of their minds. Han shift to hold Minho again. His hair sweaty from already carrying him for half an hour. He wanted to rip his sweater off the moment he got Minho off his back. Seungmin widened the door letting Jisung shuffle in and Felix flipped blankets around and made the bed into Minho's personal bed. Jisung managed to set him down letting go, twisting fast, to catch Minho from just falling. He laid him down carefully and they all could hear him groan in pain. His brows furrowed. A choked-out gasp left Minho's lips as he gripped at his side. He was conscious but wasn't responding. The pain that was sent through his system was becoming unbearable.