Invitations | MinSung

17

⚠TW: I'm not sure if I should put a warning here but better safe than sorry? The beginning of this chapter has some graphic descriptions of blood, so if you're uncomfortable with that be wary! 

Minho was sprawled across the wet restroom floor with blood oozing out of a wound on his abdomen, the blood puddling and mixing with the water that was spurting out of a broken pipe. Behind him was Lee MoonHui, who didn't seem to be injured, but was laying on the floor, unconscious. Minho's earpiece was crushed on the floor and submerged in the water.

Jisung dropped to the floor next to Minho, kneeling in the pool of blood and removed his blazer to press against the wound, desperate to stop the bleeding. Drops of blood continued dripping down Minho's waist, adding to the red tint of the water around. Jisung held the blazer with one hand and pressed it against the wound, applying pressure and ignoring how the deep red liquid dyed his hand. With the other, shaky, hand he grabbed his phone and called an ambulance, trying to form a coherent sentence when speaking.

Thankfully, the dispatcher got the message and Jisung focused on keeping himself calm as he held Minho's wound. Minho was completely unconscious, only scaring Jisung more. His mind became wrought with fear as he cried uncontrollably, calling Minho's name aimlessly.

Even when he was waiting outside the operation room, he couldn't process what had happened. He couldn't believe it - more like he didn't want to. It was quiet in the hospital; so quiet that Jisung could hear the sound of his tears falling against his shirt as they rolled off his chin. The calm stillness of it all made him feel even more uneasy for some reason. How could everything be so normal, when his world was crashing down? All his mind could do in that moment was convince him that it wasn't true. However, it was and Jisung was practically drowning in the guilt. If anything happened to Minho he didn't know what he would do, especially if it were all his fault.

"Jisung!" Jisung heard a familiar voice, drawing him away from his suffocating thoughts. He looked up and saw Jeongin running towards him, Seungmin following closely behind. "What happened to Minho?"

"H-he's hurt," Jisung whispered, looking down in embarrassment as he felt another wave of tears come over him. Jeongin immediately pat Jisung's shoulder, comfortingly, while Seungmin continued questioning.

"What were you doing there?" He sighed. Seungmin paused for a moment, taking in Jisung's pathetic image before continuing. "Look, we came here to warn you, so pull yourself together."

"Warn?" Jisung sniffled.

"I think they're suspecting you." Seungmin lowered his voice.

"What?"

"I don't know the details, but someone from the department sent a message, ok? Jisung," Seungmin went to sit beside his friend, "you need to tell us what happened, otherwise they'll force the blame on you. You know what they're like. Jang Dae Hoon will want this over as soon as possible."

Jisung completely froze for a moment, not knowing what to do. He was overwhelmed with what had happened to Minho and, now, Seungmin had just dropped that bomb on him. How could they suspect him, of all people?

"I didn't do it." He whimpered, unable to control his emotions. "Seungmin," Jisung looked at Seungmin with teary eyes, "I didn't do it! I didn't do it!" He sobbed, hopelessly, holding onto Seungmin's arm. Seungmin, swallowing back his own tears that formed upon seeing Jisung's pitiful image, pulled his friend into a tight hug, patting his back in a comforting, yet saddening manner.

Jeongin watched from beside, biting his lip as he, too, tried to hold back the tears. Is this what he looked like that night when he had shot Hyunjin? So broken and sorry?