𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 66 "𝓲 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓼."

It's early, and Jisung's steps echoed through the hallway. He's back at it again, walking back and forth. He lingered here most of his time. Jisung had to be there for Minho. He had to. Jisung let his head rest back against the wall, eyes closing, swallowing down the uncomfortable feeling that has been bothering him. He stood up again. 

A doctor appeared at the end of the hall. "Visiting hours are still closed," he said, walking past him. Jisung looked up at him and forced a smile. "It's fine, I can wait." The doctor mouthed an 'oh' and smiled back before walking further. Jisung's head lowered as he clutched his hands into fists. It hurts. Having to wait for someone you love so dearly.  

Jisung brushed it away once the door opened, and he looked at him again. He plastered a smile on his face, hiding his hurt, stepping inside. "Hello, Love." Jisung greeted, placing his bag down on the table next to him. "I brought you your favorite drink," he beamed, revealing two Iced Americanos. His smile disappeared as he set the two drinks in front of him. No reaction. Not a single glance. "It's fine if you don't want to drink them. Take your time." Jisung reassured him, laying a hand on top of the other's arm, caressing it. "We'll only do whatever you like!" 

Minho hummed, but his attention was not here. 

After the visit had to end when a nurse came for Minho's daily check-up, Jisung grabbed his bag and left again. He trailed down the streets, passing by all sorts of stores. However, that's not the place he intended to go. Jisung leaned against the door, pushing it open with his whole body. Funny, they still didn't change the door. His footsteps echoed and the familiar place overwhelmed him. This place didn't change, only the people did. The sound of the music blasted, though it sounded muted just the slightest since Jisung still stood outside the studio. The people were busy pinning some kind of choreography down, going over it multiple times. Jisung recognized the person in the center and opened the door, walking inside, placing his stuff down, and sitting somewhere in the back, waiting while he watched them. 

Hyunjin exhaled, ploffing down with a 'whoo!'. "This choreography is crazy," Hyunjin uttered with widened eyes. "You did well!" Jisung gave him a friendly shove against his shoulder. "I know, but it's crazy." the taller responded. Jisung rolled his eyes. "How do Minho and Chan put up with you?" 

"They just love me too much." 

"Clearly." Jisung judged him in a playful way. Hyunjin went with it and laughed. 

"Speaking of Minho," Hyunjin returned back to his serious self. "How is he?" 

Jisung averted his eyes from him, his shoulders lifted slightly as he sighed. "Still the same." Hyunjin nodded, pressing his lips on each other. Honestly, all of them were waiting for Minho to improve, come back to them. "And you?" Hyunjin tilted his head to him. "How are you?" 

"I'm holding on for him." Jisung smiled, though it was bittersweet. "I can't give up on him. I don't want to lose Minho again. And I know one day, one day he'll come back to us." 

"I trust him." 

"Minho. Talk to us." Chan fell out, his expression desperate at this point. He can't take this anymore. It's getting out of hand. He doesn't want his friend to keep destroying himself like this. 

"I have been thinking the last few days." Minho's voice sounded for the first time in days. 

"And the more I think about it, the more I realize I am not worth anything." 

"I don't see a reason to live on, Chan." 

Chan held his breath, trying to stay put as he stumbled back, his heart dropping in his chest. He looked right into his eyes, tears appearing in his own while he spat out those words to him. "There is a person waiting outside for you every day. I hope that gives you enough reason. If you want to leave us, you can. But you can't leave Jisung here all alone. He hasn't lost hope in you and you shouldn't either. None of us have. You're strong. We believe in you." 

It stayed quiet. The air grew thick, suffocating them, the silence becoming louder. Minho stared out in front of him. 

"Please, take care of him for me." he continued. "Watch out he doesn't do something stupid or idiotic and gets himself in trouble. Make sure he is safe." 

"But he needs you, Minho." Chan explained, his voice directed at him. 

"But I don't think I can be the person who he needs. Not right now. I'm asking you to look out for him. Can you?" 

Chan sighed and nodded. "Okay. If that is what you need me to do, I will." 

"Thank you, Chan." 

His friend smiled and patted Minho's shoulder. "Of course."