𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 77 𝓞𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓼

Chan and Hyunjin walked over the white, polished tiles accompanied by the plain, white walls, searching their way through the maze they referred to as the hospital until both stopped at one particular room, finding Minho to already be in it with his therapist. 

"Hyunjin, can you wait for me here?" Chan asked, and his boyfriend stopped in his tracks, turning to him while they waited beside the doorway. "I'll join you guys in a minute. Have to find the bathroom here." 

"Sure, I'll wait for you over here." Hyunjin chimed and relaxed his back, sinking against the white panels behind him, exhausted. He still had to recover from the wrecking choreo he and his crew had to prepare, body still peaked in sweat as he desperately wanted to fan himself. Chan gave him a nod, and with that, attempted to search his way through this maze once more. It took him a few passing and turning halls and rooms until he crossed paths with a familiar face. "Seungmin? What brings you here at this time of the day? I thought you guys signed up for academies?" 

"We did. But I'm just here to drop this off for Minho from Jisung since he couldn't make it this early." Seungmin held up the rustling plastic convenience store bag. "He insisted Minho needed his 'favorite snacks'." The man himself rolled his eyes a bit at his own statement and shook his head. 

"Are you here with Hyunjin?" Chan nodded. "Yeah, we're waiting 'till he finishes his therapy." Seungmin's face darkened, drifting from the rather bright expression he wore just a moment ago, lips turning into a tight line, his facial muscles tensing in synchrony. 

"Chan, can I talk to you for a second?" 

The man in question caught on the same expression as the other and lowered his voice, matching the ominous atmosphere that suddenly hung around them. "Sure." 

"Then, this ends our session. I want to remark it's visible your muscles are regaining their strength. Though I may not say anything now, you are recovering well." The lady spoke, profound as she clipped her pen to the board in her arms. "Good work today, Mr. Lee." 

Minho bowed to her with a lowering of his head, being careful to not put too much pressure on his back just yet. He tried before and that didn't end well. "Thank you, ma'am." His therapist smiled and disappeared into the distance again, heading to her next client. 

"A little bird told me you are attempting to return to the performance scene," Hyunjin grinned and uncrossed his arms, leaping toward Minho, scattering his bag somewhere as his body finally gave up on him after a rough practice with the crew, sitting down next to Minho. 

"You better watch your back. There may be a chance I get to compete with you again, Hwang Annoying Hyunjin. I might snatch your career from you." Minho boasted, lifting his head, raising a brow to provoke the other. "Confident, I see." Hyunjin recoiled a bit to stare at the other with a judgemental expression. "And I don't know how my parents will feel to you changing my name." he interjected, but Minho only waved him off, unaffected. "I am every one of your parent's favorite, so they wouldn't mind." 

"So you're really returning?" he asked after a moment's silence shared between them. 

"Is it so strange?" 

"No, not at all. I was waiting to beat you anyway, I just want to know when I can." Hyunjin retorted flawlessly. 

"Your legs are recovering like a miracle by the way." The man suddenly seemed distracted by Minho's ability to pick himself up so fast, genuinely impressed. "Technically, it's not my legs that had to recover, it was my spine that got damaged and numbed everything in them."