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Melancholy

Melancholy

noun;

 A feeling of sadness, typically with no obvious cause.

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Minho had woken up in excruciating pain. His ribcage was tender, head throbbed as if someone took a baseball bat to his side of it, his muscles ached and even his anxiety was well above average. His mind was so foggy not able to remember much of yesterday. He did remember Jisung but as for anything else nothing made sense. The look on the youngers face made Minho's brighten in red. A small moment of forgetting his pain. God, he was embarrassed. He also hated medication that makes him delusional and lax. Careless to the surroundings, he sighed frustratingly.

"God, I am such-" Minho muttered under his breath.

"Oh, you're awake?!" Minho's eyes sharpened towards the voice that spoke. Jisung stared at him with wide curious eyes. A tray in hand. Minho slowly sat up swinging his legs over the bedside. Minho clutched the one side of his ribs as it began throbbing in pain as he attempted to push himself off the bed.

Yet to his dismay he sat back down. He knew himself he was clearly in no condition to be exerting myself. He felt defeated, and it could be seen from a mile away. Jisung set the tray down that was in his hands when Minho looked back up at him.

"Your brothers been worried about you. He keeps wanting in this room..." Han spoke timidly handing the older a glass of water and pain killers.

Its the second day now that trying to get out of bed was useless and Han had told Chan and Changbin they were leaving today, already extending there days here longer than they should have. Ultimately leaving them have no choice. He begged Han to make sure the other two didn't know what happened, yet Jisung to his dismay was caught red handed in the moment for even bringing him in that night. The worry that probably was lacing Felix's mind, was insane. Minho knew how bad that could be knowing Felix saw him like this. He wanted to be seen as strong for his younger brother. So, he made sure to keep them out of the room for the time being.

"You can send him in." Minho defeatedly mumbled after taking the medication. Jisung simply nodded opening the door as he watched two bodies fall onto the floor. Felix pushed himself up quickly and came barreling towards the older.

"Finally! You jerk! You've kept me away for two days! How cruel is that!" Felix cried out as he latched himself to his brother. He winced slightly from his impact but hugged him back none the less.

"I'm sorry Lix. It was hard, wasn't it?" Minho whispered. His grip got tighter; he gritted his teeth.

"Well at least you're looking better." Seungmin pitches in handing him a set of new clothes. A long sleeve oversized sweater, a loose t-shirt, with basic joggers. The fabric in his hand were surprising comfortable compared to jeans that were restricting and tough to move in.

"Thanks–" Minho hummed out, "Now Lix, let me change I'll see you in a few, okay?" He nodded letting go and following Seungmin out of the room. Han stood quietly idle as he shut the door. As stupid and obnoxiously awkward it has been he's helped Minho change the dressings and pull shirts on and off over his head. occasionally would hiss in pain from being stiff and I felt so awkward and self conscious. He has seen more of Minho's body then anyone has in his entire lifetime. He always took care of myself.

How humiliating for me to get someone's help. I thought, I've always been independent. He had Felix and Seungmin depend on him, he had to take care of himself. Not slip into this trance of being cared for. Whether it was out of being genuine or not, that's something he didn't want to know. Without saying anything, Han went to business pulling the left sleeve after Minho had extended his arm up as far as he could. Sliding it out and throwing the shirt over his head, and down the other arm that hurt to lift.