Invitations | MinSung

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All Jisung felt as he walked through the corridor of the detention centre was fear, deep in the pit of his stomach. It was quiet there and each step he took echoed throughout, the sound telling him that it wasn't too late to run away, although it was. Even though the corridors were short, Jisung felt as though they were neverending as he followed an officer to a cell. Through small windows in the doors, Jisung could see the distressed, yet menacing faces of others and wondered how long they had been there.

He was directed to a small room where he'd be kept until further notice and was left alone. He plonked himself onto the floor, sighing deeply at his unfortunate luck. He pondered on how much his thoughts would consume him until a trial was held. However, as he sat there on the cold, hard floor, he found his thoughts directing themselves to Minho.

All he could think of was whether or not Minho was ok. His last sight of Minho was plastered to his brain, tormenting him with irrational worries; it was the image of Minho laying, motionless on the hospital bed as he was desperately rushed to the surgery room, the blood from his wound splurting nonstop. If anything were to happen to him, Jisung would rather stay in jail. At the same time, Jisung couldn't help but long to leave, just to catch a glimpse of Minho's face again. That face, that smile, that voice-

Wait, what was this?

As Jisung imagined Minho, in all his beauty, he felt butterflies erupt in his stomach. Despite the horrible situation he was stuck in, thinking of Minho did nothing but make him smile. He had no words to explain it, but deep down, he knew what he was feeling.

However, this feeling couldn't be. No matter what, Jisung couldn't become so attached to Minho. They were nothing to each other. Minho was just a stranger; a stranger who offered him unwanted help. There was no guarantee that Minho didn't have a hidden agenda.

The pure silence, the confinement, and the loneliness all made Jisung drown in his thoughts, making him contemplate things he never wanted to think about in his life.

After a few days of being stuck in that room and Jisung was practically losing his mind. Therefore, when an officer burst into his cell and handcuffed him, telling him that he had a visitor, Jisung was overjoyed. He could only imagine that it was Seungmin, or some sort of public defender, considering that his trial was in a few weeks.

He sat at the small window through which he was supposed to meet the visitor. He waited patiently but found his knee bouncing anxiously. What Jisung didn't expect was to see that Seungmin had company. He walked in, supporting Lee Minho who was limping slowly, in pain. Seungmin held Minho's arm with one hand and used his other to brace his shoulder, paying close attention to how Minho walked, doing his best to lessen the pain as he walked.

"What are you doing here?" Jisung's eyes widened and he stood up in shock when he saw just the person he had been thinking about all this time. Despite just a glance at Minho filling every hole in Jisung's heart, Jisung was more concerned about his state. "You haven't recovered yet!"

"You don't say." Minho huffed, sarcastically as he sat down with a small wince of pain.

"I tried to talk him out of it, trust me." Seungmin sighed.

"That's not important," Minho brushed it off. "What's important is you." He raised an eyebrow at Jisung.

"What about me?" Jisung scoffed as if he weren't currently stuck in a detention centre, falsely accused and on the brink of a prison sentence for grievous bodily harm.