𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 89 𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽

"This might as well be your last check-up." His therapist entered the room with her clipboard, printed scans attached to it as she scribbled something beside it. "Your body has as good as recovered itself." 

"You have the hospital's permission to get dismissed. But please, refrain from getting such large-scale injuries again. You're free to go. Just give this to the desk." She handed him a copy. 

Minho lowered his head, bowing. "Thank you for having assisted me until now. I am very grateful I could get the chance to recover." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "This is why I do my job, to do something for the people. Take care of yourself from now on." 

The elevator settled back on the ground floor, its doors opening. Minho set a step outside, B-lining through the bustling area with nurses and patients, walking to the desk. He shoved the copy on the desk, the person behind it pressing a few keys to enter something in the system. "This is for you to sign as a confirmation." The person gave him a paper and a pen, which Minho took from them, scribbling his signature on the bottom of the document after having scanned through it. "Thank you." He returned the pen and paper, earning a nod from the woman. 

Minho turned around, hanging the bag over his shoulder, and left through the sliding doors, a frigid breeze greeting him as he trudged down the stairs. Passing by the parking area, he stopped, taking his phone from his bag. Minho looked down at the numbers on the corner of his screen. He still had some time. With that he shoved the phone back, opting to take a walk around the city until they would meet up. 

A cling of glasses followed by content shouts sounded through the space. Everyone figured they should hang out again as their individual schedules refrained them from doing so earlier. "Recently, I got into this competition. Because I'm into designing, right?" Felix continued. "And I received second place!" His face lit up. 

Chan furrowed his eyebrows. "Why not first place?" 

Felix shook his head, placing his glass on the table in front of them. "I didn't enter the competition with a goal to win, I entered the competition so that my work could get recognized. And it did receive recognition!" 

"Now I understand why you always insist on staying at my place, and not your own. Your room must've probably exploded with all those fabrics you have in there." Seungmin cut off, taking another sip. He would have not expected anything else from Felix. 

Felix fluttered his eyelashes at a remarkable pace. "No, but-" 

He leaned forward in his seat. "How did you know?" 

"We have helped you pack, Lix," Jisung interfered. "Anyone who has been into a room of yours would understand." 

Felix had nothing to say to that, whirling the glass in his hand, and tugging the remains of his drink back in one shot. 

"What about you, Love? What did the hospital say?" Jisung asked, turning to the other with a frown, anticipating his answer. Minho shifted in his seat, sitting upright while all the eyes turned to him. "I got dismissed today. I won't have to return from now on."  

"Are you serious?!" Jisung grabbed the other's hand almost standing up from his seat, earning a laugh from Minho who watched the dumbstruck reaction. "This all calls for a celebration!" Felix announced, pouring their glasses, and raising his. The others grinned to themselves, all following Felix's example, the clinking of crystal booming through the bar they met up. 

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into yet another month that has passed. The music silenced and chattering and breaths of relief broke out while Minho reached for the nearest towel, pouring some cold water over it, wiping his face with it. He went across his neck and collar bones before letting out a sigh.