𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎 ミ nct

038

ｔｈｉｒｔｙ─ｅｉｇｈｔ

"And what happened to Shotaro!?"

Hansol pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself down from Kun's suddenly shrilly voice from the other line the moment he mentioned what happened to Shotaro and Sungchan. He knew Kun would react this way, but it's better to tell the chinese rather than him finding out himself and causing misfortune for Hansol.

"Hey, hey, it's alright, don't worry. We managed to get Shotaro out of Sungchan's arms and treat his wounds before anything could go worse." Hansol sighed and leaned back on his office chair, brushing his hair back as he stared at the ceiling with exhaustion present on his face. "Jungwoo was traumatized at the sight, though, but don't worry, it's not that severe."

"Holy fuck, you're making me worried to death, you know?"

Hansol chuckled, "I know. And you still have less than a week there, so might as well finish the two weeks before you run your ass here."

"Hansol, I don't even know if we can solve this in six days time. Someone is sabotaging every fucking emergency room, and what will happen if they get to sabotage the psychology department?"

The man pursed his lips in a thin line, Kun barely comes home because of this shit and now he indirectly tells him that he's going to stay at the main hospital for a few more weeks? Hansol wanted to argue because damn he missed him so much.

"Do... You want me to go there?"

"Hon, goodness, no. Who will look after them, then? That bitch Sihye? Hell no—" Just before Kun could finish whatever he was saying (and Hansol would swear the chinese will start saying things about her), the man heard faint voices as well as the loud emergency calls from the other line. "Uh, hey, I'll call you back later."

"I thought you're on duty in the OR, why are you in the emergency room?" Hansol added, just before Kun ended the call.

"It's tiring here, Han. I'll explain to you later, love you."

The man stared across the room, sighing as he heard the phone go off. He put the phone down and placed it on the table, leaning back again on his office chair, and averted his gaze to the dull ceiling. He was definitely Kun deprived; craving for the younger's hugs and kisses especially when he gets home.

A knock snapped him back to reality, making him sit up as he tried to put a welcoming look on his face – only to drop it the moment he caught a glimpse of the long hair he despised the most.

"May I come in?" The high-pitched voice resonated in the room, making Hansol want to throw her out of the room this instant, but remained cool.

Say, why did he even accept her in the first place?

"Uh— yeah, sure. Is something wrong?" Hansol sighed, standing up as he watched the female place some documents on the table.

Sihye shook her head, "Nothing's wrong, don't worry. I just happen to pass by and give you these– it's from Miss Yoo."

Hansol raised a brow, "What are these?"

The female shrugged before turning her heel, "Never read it. Probably the list of patients that were previously confined here?"

Rude. That was the first thing Hansol would think of the moment she turned her heel and shrug so casually, if it weren't for this project shit created by Neo City Hospital, he would've thrown her ass away from this place already.

"Oh, by the way..."

Hansol internally groaned, but nonetheless turned to look at her and hummed in response, checking out the documents she just gave.

"Do... Do you want to know why I'm here— when I'm supposedly not?"

That made the man get his attention— he doesn't see why not, but he'll make sure not to change his mind about Yoon Sihye, Neo City's biggest flirt who knows nothing but to get everyone begging for her.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

"Why the hell is there 34+35 in your playlist— I thought it's just Lany!"

Sicheng covered his mouth and stifled a giggle, looking away from the japanese since he was quite embarrassed to show his laughing face. "I-I'm sorry about that. I'm also a big Arianator, I got hyped when I saw the positions album from Spotify and—"

To say that Yuta was left hanging was an understatement, this was the first time Sicheng said too much in one sentence and it's making him somewhat happier that he gets to let someone very quiet talk to him.

"I-I'm sorry, I was blabbing too much.."

Yuta frowned, the urge to get angry and scold him for thinking that way was itching him – but he'd rather be calm and collected when talking to Sicheng. Because he found the younger too fragile and should be taken care of like glass.

Which leads to the question; why?

Did the therapy sessions do him nothing? Why is it that a certain person can make him control his anger as if he never had that kind of mental illness?

"Hey," Unconsciously slipping his hand to Sicheng's, Yuta managed to let the younger face him, "I won't judge you, okay? You can blabber with anything when you're with me, it's cute."

"B-But I—"

"Shh." Yuta hushed, using his free hand to put it on the younger's lips, completely making the chinese flustered and act all cute and embarrassed – it made Yuta chuckle. "Now, let's listen to the music, yeah? No more Ariana Grande right now."

That made Sicheng feel his blood boil, rushing immediately to his cheeks. "How about no earphones for Nakamoto Yuta?"

"Tsk, you can't resist me."

Sicheng rolled his eyes playfully, "Bet."

It's as if these two were bickering like a normal person – slightly forgetting about the fact that they are mentally ill and they are currently sharing the same bed, still holding hands.

And earning both jealous and envy looks from their ward mates.

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