His tattoos - Minsung-

Madness

Minhos foot pressed down on the gas, reaching full speed limit.

Tears blurred his vision, he had to wipe them away every second to even see a thing.

His phone was in his lap, ringing. He waited for a certain someone to pick up.

And then they did.

"Ba-"

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" Minho screamed, gripping on to the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. Another sob escaped his lips.

"Why did-"

The voice was cut off. "HOW COULD YOU EVER? THREATENING ME IS SOMETHING BUT NOW HE IS IN THE HOSPITAL??"

"What do you-"

"HE GOT FUCKING STABBED. MY JISUNG GOT FUCKING STABBED. DON'T YOU THINK THAT'S TOO FAR? HURT ME ALL YOU WANT BUT WHY WOULD YOU HURT HIM?!" Minho could not stop screaming, he needed to cry out his frustration. It had built up more and more.

Somebody honked at his car. He was driving, not watching anyone or anywhere. He really had to focus on the street more. Minho clenched his jaw, trying to surpress more tears.

He couldn't.

"Minho I did not do that."

"That's so sick. I really want to throw up. Wait what?"

"I never intended that he would get stabbed. I never wanted that."

"What?" It was the only word Minho could say out loud.

"I told some guys to follow Jisung, to maybe scare him off a bit, but I never told them to hurt him. I really didn't want it to happen. They haven't even told me."

Minho was confused, he was frustrated. Did not understand the world anymore.

"You know, I fucking love him so much. And i'm scared for his life. He is in the Hospital because of me. And he probably won't ever talk to me again because I told him to fuck off. I don't want him to leave me." His voice cracked.

He sniffled, wiping his tears again to clear his vision.

Silence was heard on the other side of the call.

"I'm sorry Minho."

More silence, only Minhos quiet sobs to be heard.

"You really love him am I right? Not like you have loved anyone before?" Her voice was steady, she seemed very calm.

Minho nodded, and then realized she couldn't see him. "Yeah I love him." It made him even sadder, knowing Jisung would probably not forgive him and still he couldn't imagine his life without him.

"I really didn't want him to get hurt, please believe me."

Minho sped up even more, now seeing the Hospital getting closer.

"I can't even think right now. Please just leave us the hell alone."

"I will Minho." He could hear her cry now too, but he couldn't care less. Right now only one thing was on his mind. He doubted her promise, but still it was enough.

Enough for him to have more hope.

"Bye."

"Make sure you end up with him, good luck Minho." She hung up.

What's the matter with her sudden switch? Oh the parking lot finally.

Minho parked his car and jogged inside the Hospital. He went straight to the administration and got up to the lady sitting there. "I need to get to Han Jisung."

"And who are you to him?"

What was Minho to Jisung? That was something he hadn't thought about anymore. He knew only close friends and family were allowed, so he had to think of something.

"I'm his husband."

His own face scrunched up in confusion to the words that had just left his mouth. Still he went with it, knowing he could get through with that.

Her face softened and the puzzle pieces fit together for her. The boy in front of her had red, puffy eyes, his cheeks were tear-stained and he seemed in distress.

"I will bring you there."

Minho followed the lady, nervously fiddling around with his hands. He ran his hands through his hair, thinking hard about what he may say if Jisung was awake. The lady showed him the door to the room and left, giving him a reassuring smile. Slowly he reached out his hand, knocking softly before entering.

The room was dark, still he saw all the people standing around the bed. All eyes were on him. Seungmin was the first to come over to him and hug him. The hug actually caused his feelings that he tried to hide to come up again. Quietly he started crying again, clenching Seungmins jacket in his fists. Seungmin gently rubbed his back, letting the older cry without telling him anything.

He knew how Minho hated when people called out his crying or his feelings in general.

Then Minho pulled away, walking over to Jisungs bed. Felix had entered also, the lady from the administration had told him about how cute it was that a guy came to see his husband. He had to confirm for himself that she was talking about Minho.

And there indeed was now Minho standing right in front of Jisungs body, the others taking a step back to give him some space.

Minho reached out his hand, softly caressing Jisungs cheek. He had to use the sleeve of the other arm to dry off his tears. He was scared that one would fall down on Jisung and wake him up. Gently he leaned down and left a light kiss on Jisungs forehead. Then he pressed his forehead on to the others carefully.

"I am so sorry Jisungie." He stood up straight again and he had to look away. His face was scrunched up in pain and the waterfall of tears was still streaming down.

"Minho do you want to go outside for a second?" Felix asked quietly.

"No, I don't want to leave him ever again." Minho whispered.

So Felix guided him over to a chair right next to the bed on the other side, scared Minho would break down any second. "Minho, Jisung will have another CT ran again in a few hours so they can check if everything is still alright, just so you know." Minho nodded, sitting down.

"I think we should leave now and give them some space if Jisung wakes up soon. Felix you will keep me updated right?" Changbin turned to Felix, who was already looking at him, his lips curled up in a small smile.

"Of course I will Binnie." Felix nodded eagerly, then pulled Changbin into a quick hug. With that Felix also waved goodbye to the others and left the room to check on some other patients.

"He calls you Binnieeee, that's so cute." Hyunjin awed at the sight of Changbins big smile. They all individually said goodbye to Jisung, even though they knew he wouldn't hear them.

Seungmin patted Minhos back before leaving. "Stay strong Minho, just be honest with him."

Minho smiled slightly, now leaning into the chair. He felt so exhausted after all of this. Seeing Jisung with all the cables on him reminded him that there was somebody that had it way worse. Jisung had to go through a lot today only because of him. Quietly he brought his chair closer to the bed and reached out for Jisungs hand, intertwining their fingers. He sighed, the familiar touch was all he needed right now. If it only wasn't in a situation like this.

His surroundings irritated him. The plain white walls, the machines beeping from now to then, the monitors recording Jisungs heartbeats. It made him anxious and left him feeling restricted.

Then he leaned back in his chair, slowly taking his hand back to not make the younger uncomfortable when he woke up.

That chair is actually really comfortable wow.

His eyelids felt heavier and heavier. Every thirty minutes somebody entered to check on Jisung, sometimes they drew blood, sometimes they measured his blood pressure. Minho only noticed in a blur. After three hours his eyes closed completely, he wasn't able to fight the sleep anymore. He had intended to stay awake, but his body needed rest.