Sweet Night || HAN X Lee Know ✔️

5

 The next morning as the sunlight filtered into Minho's strange room, he sat up and blinked the sleep away from his eyes. Getting up and trudging towards the bathroom, Minho got an unexpected call from Mrs. Han. Immediately, he picked up and waited anxiously for Mrs. Han to say something.

"He's woken up, Minho, Jisung's woken up!" her voice filled Minho's ear and he forgot to how to breathe for a moment.

Fully awake now, Minho rushed to get ready and he stuck a piece of bread into his mouth before sprinting out of his apartment and he hailed a taxi down. Nearly jumping out of his skin from the excitement, Minho tapped his fingers against his thigh, barley containing himself as he waited for the taxi to arrive at the hospital in Miroh.

Once arriving, the boy glanced at the price and handed the driver the cash. "Keep the change." Minho quickly told him before bolting into the hospital and up to Jisung's room on the third floor. He saw Felix outside of the room with teary eyes, a relieved grin on his face.

Minho went inside the room and saw Jisung up in the hospital bed, his eyes downcast as his mom peeled some apples for him. When he heard someone walk in, Jisung looked up and he tensed up upon seeing Minho again. Overrun with fear, he hid behind the hospital blanket, muttering to himself that Minho would go away.

"Jisung," his mother sharply said and she gently but firmly pushed Jisung's arms down. "He's your friend."

The injured boy couldn't meet Minho's gaze and when the older sat down beside him, Jisung felt like he was going to pass out from the amount of anxiety he had. "Hey, it's okay, it's alright," Minho cooed, his hand resting on Jisung's trembling and scarred one. "That day, Jisung, that's in the past. I'm done with it and I'm living a new life, a life where I can try my best to stay alive. I don't want you to keep on living in the past." Minho clasped his hands around Jisung's, hoping Jisung would know that he never resented him because of what he said.

Minho knew what Jisung was going through back then; he knew the pain Jisung was trying to endure in silence. Minho was just too selfish to understand that and he kept on going to Jisung for help since he felt as if the boy was the only way where he could feel safe and loved, ignoring the silent cries from Jisung as he slowly started to weather away before the boy finally snapped and let loose his feelings with tears of anger and pain dripping down his innocent face.

It was Minho's own fault for causing so much pain for Jisung, and he could see that.

"I'm the one to blame, Jisung," Minho told his friend in a hushed tone and Jisung inhaled sharply, turning his head away form Minho. "Jisung, look at me, please."

"No," Jisung firmly replied and his mother glared at him from the other side. "It's still a no. I'm scared and I want you all to get out." Jisung huffed as he laid back down and covered his head with the blanket.

Mrs. Han stood up and set the knife down, a rather scornful look on her face. "Jisung, we've all been --" she started to say, hurt that her son would turn them away so quickly.

"La la la, I can't hear you!" Jisung shouted from underneath the covers, cutting his mom off. "I don't want to see you guys right now!"

Minho pursed his lips and sat down in Mrs. Han's chair as she stood up and Minho took the apple from her and the knife, along with the plate and some toothpicks. The older woman heaved a big sigh and ambled out of the room and shut the door. Minho, on the other hand, stayed and silently peeled the apple before slicing it and he set the apple slices onto the paper plate before sticking a toothpick into one of the apple slices. Soon after, he took out a marker and a sticky note, the older writing something down before sticking it to what he assumed was where Jisung's head was before walking out of the room.

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When Jisung heard the door slide shut, Jisung slowly uncovered himself and patted his messy hair down in an attempt to tame it. Without much luck, he sighed and saw the sticky Minho had stuck to the blanket. It was an address with a some note written down with a little drawing of an acorn on it.

"DanBam?" Jisung read what was on the yellow note, the name sparking some curiosity in the student. "'Come here on a clear night once your discharged, and ask the boss man if you can sit on the terrace. It's real pretty up there,'" Jisung paused, smirking. "Huh, Minho never hit me as someone who liked to sightsee." he murmured to himself, wondering how DanBam looked like.

Looking to the side, he saw the apple slices and reached over, taking the plate and he bit into a slice, the boy missing the sweet and sour taste of the juicy apples his mom would always pick out for him. "Jisung?" Felix poked his head into the room and the bedridden boy smiled at him. "I saw Mrs. Han and Minho leave. Did something happen?" he asked, easing himself into the chair by Jisung.

"I got mad." Jisung quietly admitted after a few moments of silence.

Felix understood what Jisung meant by that and laid a comforting hand onto his back, instantly drawing back when he saw his friend wince in pain. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know that'd hurt you." Felix frantically said and Jisung smiled at him through his pain.

"Don't mind me, Felix, I just -- I just need to," Jisung hissed in pain since he was aware that his back sustained the most injuries. "I just need to breathe for a minute." He gasped as Felix kept on apologizing, scared that he had hurt Jisung.