𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 64 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮

The next day Minho got himself ready. When he woke up, Jisung was no longer in the room. So now he was all by himself. The academy called early, wanting him to come to the head office to discuss. Minho turned to the door when the wheelchair got rolled over. 

He took a breath in before heaving himself in it with the help of a doctor. 

It was the first time since the accident that he got the chance to take some fresh air. His eyes fluttered shut as he took in another breath in and out. The coolness felt so delighting, however Minho knew something was to happen the closer they got to the car. Why would the academy call him over otherwise? "You can drop me off here," Minho said once they passed the right car. The doctor nodded and helped him into his seat. "Are you sure we shouldn't bring you with a taxi for wheelchairs?" 

"No." Minho shook his head. "I can handle this." 

"Alright," the doctor nodded, and closed the door for him. The engine started after a click of the keys and they went on their way. 

Minho swallowed upon standing in front of the gigantic building again he used to spend most of his time in. But this time everything felt off. The secretary greeted him immediately with a smile when she saw him and walked over. "Minho, it has been such a long time!" she said. "The headmaster is waiting for you upstairs. The elevator is down the hall, the last room up ahead." She instructed the man next to Minho. "Thank you, ma'am." The man bowed lightly and brought Minho towards the way he was told. 

"Welcome back, Minho. We are glad you could make it to us in such a short time." The headmaster started once everyone had gathered in the office. "I think it's best we don't linger too long on this." He folded his hands over his desk. It only took one look in the eye. 

"We are afraid you can't continue on this academy, Minho." 

Minho leaned forward, pleading. He was this close to losing everything. He can't. Not after how much he had fought to get here. "Please, I can try. You only need to give me a chance. I can-" 

"Please, try to focus on your recovery from now on." 

And with that they got dismissed, the man taking him away as Minho saw this place for the last time, watching everything slip away from his grasp. 

Jisung roamed the streets, counting down every house before seeing his own in the distance. His mind was still too packed with thoughts to think clearly. And that's what bothered him, he couldn't do anything to get rid of them. Tap. One step on the loose tile right in front of their gate. Tap. Another brick out of its place. Doom. Jisung rang the bell. 

He failed to catch his breath. He just felt so nauseous all of the sudden. In fact, he just wanted to puke right then and there. It's impossible but he stood there in front of him, grinning his grin that always made him look like he had some scheming intent. An image flashed by. The letters. It was him. It's impossible but he stood there, right in front of him. The man he had to call his 'dad'. 

It's impossible. Yet it was possible. This is not a dream you can wake up from, this was reality.  And reality can sometimes be the worst nightmare. 

The difference between a dream or nightmare and reality is that reality is eternal. No matter how much you try to act like the situation is different. However, that didn't stop Jisung from wishing this was a nightmare.