THE8 | Junhao

FORTY - ONE

| CHAPTER FORTY - ONE |

When Minghao wakes, everything hurts.

His eyes creak open just a little bit, but it's more than enough to see Jun sitting next to him, and that's around the same time when he feels a hand in his own. Jun's thumb ran over the back of his palm delicately, painting the skin.

Minghao gulps, panicking when Jun begins to look his way with a small lift of his head. He closes his eyes almost immediately, not wishing to have Jun's eyes on him right now. He hated being seen this way. weak and fragile.

Minghao hears Jun sigh, and he forces a gulp down his throat. He tries to breathe normally when he feels Jun's hand trail up his body, fingertips eventually landing on his temple.

He feels Jun push the hair from his eyes, swiping the pad of his thumb across his skin. It felt comforting, was Minghao's immediate thought. He felt safe then, even with all the stitched up stab wounds that throbbed on his lower body.

Jun doesn't say anything, just strokes Minghao's hair for a few more minutes, as if he was trying to wake him up. It was the most comforting gesture though, and Minghao would be able to feel the butterflies if it wasn't for the painkillers.

"Officer Moon?" Minghao doesn't know who this is.

Jun sighs, pulling his hand away, "What's up?"

"The chief is calling for you...." The voice speaks, "He says he might have a lead." There's a pause, "He said although the suspect is a bit of a stretch, it's better than nothing."

Soon after, Minghao hears scuffling, and he can only guess Jun stood.

He waits for a moment or two, eyes still glued shut. But soon, he stills, feeling a pair of lips on his forehead. He almost stops fucking breathing, Jun's fingertips brushing his hair, the sweet kiss on his forehead.... it was all too much.

"Tell the other officers to stay outside," Jun says, and Minghao hears him walk away, "I don't trust anybody. Don't let anybody in, not unless it's my unit or a doctor."

"Yes sir."

After a couple seconds, the door finally shuts, and Minghao opens his eyes.

He lays frozen in his spot for a few minutes, not really knowing what to do. He breathes softly, eyes still a bit wide.

And when he feels a pair of hands grab his arm, he has to hold in a scream. He flinches, settling down with a relieved breath when it's just the doctor.

"G-God, sorry." Minghao shakes.

The doctor nods, silent, and Minghao looks at them in confusion. The doctor had a white coat on of course, and a blue mask on their face. nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until the doctor whispered for him to stay calm.

"What?"

The doctor pulls their mask down, and Minghao's eyes blow impossibly wide.

"H-Hyung?" It was Jeonghan, standing right there before him, "W-What the fuck are you doing here?!" He whisper shouts, "Someone could see you! Everyone in that damn gang is wanted, y'know?!"

"Calm down." Jeonghan looks around to make sure nobody heard or walked in, sighing when everything stays the same, "Can you move at all?" Jeonghan's eyes are scanning down Minghao's body in worry, hand rested on his shoulder.

Minghao huffs, pushing his hand off. Jeonghan stumbles a bit. Minghao looks at him, still confused, "Why are you here?" He looks at him, "This isn't safe."