FAN ACCOUNT | yungi

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 | 17

My leg hurts. Do you think Yunho can come to kiss it better— OUCH! Okay, okay! Let me just suffer, then.

- Song Mingi, conversation with Park Seonghwa

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A week. That's how long Mingi ended up staying at the hospital.

After crossing the 2 day-line, Mingi assured everyone he was much better than when he initially woke up. Sure, the pain was still there, but his movements were more fluid, and the burning sensation eased significantly. Even the nurses and the doctors had given him the "ok" signal, and Mingi was more than ready to leave the hospital and throw himself on his own bed, because let's face it, hospital beds could never compare to one's personal bed. His back began to hurt, his hands itched to move, and whenever he stood up to get some blood circling, a nurse or one of his friends, mostly Seonghwa and San, immediately laid him back down. Mingi enjoyed the treatment and attention, of course he did, but all limits get reached someday. It just so happened that his impatience completely broke the limit meter after 2 days.

Seonghwa was responsible for extending his stay. He's the one who handled all possible complications with the company, the press, the hospital, the fans, the parents, everyone Mingi could think of. And though Mingi greatly appreciated his manager's help, for God knows what would've happened if he had had nobody to lean onto, he grew frustrated, too. So after a lot of visits from his friends, more private conversations with Yunho —Mingi only further confirmed his feelings after each one—, crying sessions with his parents, and a whole lot of fan-mail opening, Mingi was free to go. However, to his disappointment, he wasn't allowed to start working yet, so he had to make due with the composing equipment at home. He understood the reason why, since the company's always been adamant about prioritizing their artist's health over anything else, but Mingi felt like he's been away from his one true love for ages —not Yunho.

So, with one deep breath, Mingi opened his apartment's door, inhaling the supposed homely feel but instead coughing at how dusty it was. His throat burned after each heave.

"Did nobody bother to clean the apartment while I was gone?" Mingi grumbled, limping towards the couch that gave a pitiful creak once he sat down. "It's so dusty here."

Seonghwa shrugged, unbothered as always. "We were busy."

"Doing what? Having sex?" Mingi asked, exasperated. However, after thinking his answer over —and ignoring the knowing smirk on Seonghwa's face— he shivered. "You know what? Don't answer that."

Seonghwa plopped himself on the couch, a considerate distance from Mingi's position. And, with the daylight fully illuminating his face, Mingi noticed how tired his hyung truly was, but like the huge boulder he imitated, Seonghwa brushed his exhaustion aside, instead staring at Mingi's leg, the one that had been injured. A sadness Mingi couldn't comprehend consumed Seonghwa, but only for one moment, because after Mingi cleared his throat, the manager instantly switched back to his careless persona. It's something he had to work on, and Mingi hoped Hongjoong was doing his absolute best to pull the oldest out of his shell.

"Does it hurt?" Seonghwa asked.

"Not really," Mingi replied nonchalantly, moving his leg to prove his point. He winced when he moved it too much, and Seonghwa shot him an unamused glare, to which Mingi responded with a hesitant laugh. "Okay, it does hurt. But it doesn't hurt as much as it did before."

Seonghwa hummed. "That's good to know. I still need to give San a good beating for hitting your leg."

Mingi debated on defending San or letting Seonghwa continue with his plan.