𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 80 𝓐 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷

"Are you going out again?" Felix asked when Seungmin walked into the room, however not sitting down beside him, but reaching for his coat on the rack in the corner. "It's something important, Lix. You can head to your classes first or you'll be late." Felix gave him nothing more but a hum as he watched Seungmin leave. "See you, then!" he called after him before the door shut back in its lock. The Australian looked down at his watch. "It's not that late though," he mumbled, but grabbed his bag, going to his class like Seungmin said. 

The same Lilly tree appeared, a gracious woman twirling beside it, a flower of the tree placed on her head. She seemed as light as a feather, letting the wind lead her dance. Her dress whirled along with her moves, and Minho was stuck in awe, watching her. His heart clenched all throughout the performance until she stopped, standing on the very top of her toes, her thin arms reached out, frozen like a statue. The same smile graced her features. "What are you doing?" the boy beside him asked, equally fascinated. 

"This is my way of living," she smiled, and for some reason, that hurt Minho. "But if you want me to make that easier, it's called dancing." 

She turned toward the boy, landing back on her feet, taking a step forward as she reached out her hand to the boy. "Want to try?" Minho watched him place a hand in hers while she swept him away, a fit of laughter escaping the boy as they danced together. 

He knew exactly how he felt, Minho could read it from his face. He felt free, just like how he did when he danced. 

Then she turned to him. Her eyes look glassy, the dept in them slowly drowning away. "Hey, Minho," she greeted with a smile. Minho's heart dropped when she stared right into him. It's like she knew him more than just his name. "Find the truth," she whispered before she faded away, the image of the little boy fading with her. 

"Help me.." An image of Jisung appeared behind him, making Minho turn, recognizing his voice while Jisung staggered almost dropping to his knees. His face stained with tears and bruises. "Please, you have to help me," he continued to beg. 

Minho kneeled down beside him, immediately heaving Jisung up to him, holding him close. "Jisung..." He trembled, arms shaking as he held his Love in them. "Jisung, stop.. You have to stop. Stay awake!" 

Minho gasped and shot upright on his mattress, trails of sweat streaming down his temples. His heart beat over hours in his chest as his breath rose and fell in an uneven pattern. Jisung. Where is Jisung? Just then, the door opened and he stepped inside. Jisung frowned, however, while closing the door, seeing the perplexed expression on Minho's face, and he sat down beside him, taking him in his arms. "Minho, shh.." He caressed the man, cradling their bodies in a calming manner. "What is going on?" 

Minho didn't know. In the nights he can't sleep, his body decides to catch up on that throughout the day, because his dreams, or rather, nightmares ended all the same. With that woman, and Jisung. Minho let out a shaky breath in a sigh as he closed his eyes, feeling Jisung's embrace again. "You're here." 

Jisung furrowed his brows even more but decided not to question it further. Maybe it would be too much for Minho to reminisce, judging from the state he was in. "I'm here, Minho. You can calm down now." He caressed the other. "Don't worry so much, you need to focus on your recovery." 

It was just a dream. A horribly accurate, and real one. "Whatever happens in your unconsciousness, don't fear it." Jisung reassured him. "Is it so obvious to notice?" Minho asked, rubbing a hand over his face, removing all livid images. "I could tell from the dark circles under your eyes and the way you kept staring without reacting to anything." 

"What did you dream about?" 

Minho shook his head as if to clear his mind, digging in his memory. "There is this woman that keeps appearing. I don't know her. But it looks like she knows me. Then, there is you." he trailed off, the images of Jisung cutting deeper in his heart. "You are always asking for me to help you, and I keep failing to save you.." 

"That's not true." Jisung reminded him, causing Minho to turn to him. "You saved me plenty of times. What matters now is that both of us survived through everything." 

"Come on," Jisung started, grabbing the convenience store bag from the stand beside the bed. "Mom made some food for you, again. You should eat something." 

"Are you back from your visit from Minho?" Seungmin asked upon Jisung entering the room without announcement. "Yeah," Jisung responded without thinking too much as he laid his coat on the top rack and settling down beside Seungmin. They had done a great job with unpacking ever since the last time Jisung visited. Everything was set just the way Felix and Seungmin wanted. "Why? Did you miss me that much?" Jisung interrupted before Seungmin could speak further as the other shut his mouth, earning him a bump from Seungmin to his side. "That's not why I asked!" Seungmin bit back as Jisung laughed before sitting up, expression becoming grim. "I just wanted to talk to you about that." 

"Jisung, don't you think it's strange?" 

"What do you mean with 'It's strange'?" 

"Don't you find it strange that everything, despite a few events, is going a bit too peaceful?" Seungmin fixed his position, deciding to explain further when finding Jisung's disoriented expression, the other's eyes narrowing in suspicion for what was coming. "The lack of Minho's family's involvement is suspicious. I know they are not on good terms but, it's their son being hospitalized. Don't you find that strange at all? No one came to check up on him. The least they could have done was inform about his absence, right?" 

Jisung's eyes trailed from him, staring into the distance as if to process the sudden information he had gotten. "Recently, I talked to Chan about this, and we both find it odd. Jisung, I'm just worried for what might be going on behind the screen. You two might be in actual danger!" Seungmin justified, sitting upright as if it was a sudden reflex to defend himself, making his point clear. 

A silence followed, and Seungmin kept looking at him, a certain desperateness hiding somewhere in the look he gave him until Jisung released a slow, steady breath, collecting himself as he sat back up. He shifted himself to Seungmin. 

"So, what are you implying?" 

The door opened for Minho's second visit of the day. From the corridor Chan appeared, closing it tentatively behind him as if someone had followed him or would eavesdrop on what he would tell. 

"Are you okay?" Minho asked upon noticing Chan's tense behavior, not suiting him. 

"Minho, there is something I really have to warn you about." Chan suddenly spoke, his low tone implying something not good. Something not good at all. "It's your parents." 

"Things are too quiet, Minho. They haven't been here once. For over an entire month! Don't you find it weird that they let you be for so long?" 

Minho remained silent, lips tightly pressed on each other as he looked out of the window into the black, night sky. "I know it is. I noticed." Minho's eyes flickered over the illuminated city lines. "That's why I am all the more concerned about finding out what is going on there." 

Jisung looked at Seungmin, keeping firm eye contact. 

"We have to inform the rest, and come up with a plan to uncover what they are hiding." Seungmin finally answered, a determined spark flickering in his eyes. He is set on this. There is no stopping him now.