He was a Punk. He did Ballet. |nomin|

Twenty Two

Jaemin woke up in the hospital.

The dim lit room was so silent apart from his breathing and the heart monitor beeping beside his bed. There was a window at the end of the room and the sky was a dark blue. There was no clock but it had to be early morning.

Jaemin's head felt hollow. His legs tingled and his stomach was sore from hunger. His throat was so dry. Jaemin grunted as he brought his hand up to his eyes to wipe off the crustiness making his eyelashes stick together. The IV needle was taped to his hand, a tube connected to it, which gave him fluids to keep him hydrated. Hoping to wipe the other eye, Jaemin tried to lift his left hand with the heart monitor clipped to his finger. But he realized that something was lying on top of it.

Well, more like someone.

Jeno was fast asleep, his head resting on top of Jaemin's hand while his body sat on the chair beside the bed. He must have sat there all night, by Jaemin's side, hoping and praying for Jaemin to wake up.

Jaemin slowly slid his hand out from beneath Jeno's head. The singer looked so exhausted and pale... his eyelids were pinkish, as if he had been crying all night. "He waited for me," Jaemin thought, already feeling horrible. He caressed his soft cheek with his fingers, and soon brushed them through his messy white hair.

It wasn't until the touches made Jeno wriggle beneath Jaemin's hand. Jeno sat up and fluttered his eyelids until his eyes adjusted to the light. "Jaemin," he gasped. He stood up and took the younger's hand again. "You're awake!"

"Yeah," Jaemin spoke, his voice low and croaky.

"How do you feel?"

"Like shit."

Jeno smiled... but it was a sad one. "Well... I'm glad you're alive."

"What happened?"

"You were drugged with ecstasy. On top of being drunk, you were so high that it caused a seizure. They have no clue how you survived."

"I was... drugged?" Jaemin widened his eyes. "How?"

"Haechan." Jeno frowned. He looked away, already tensing up by just saying that name. "He drugged and assaulted you."

Jaemin tried to think of last night's events. It was all slowly coming back to him. He couldn't remember seeing Donghyuck's face... he only remembered the sounds, the tastes, the touches, the euphoria.

"I remember everything... up until the point when... I think you had to use the bathroom? Or when I had asked for a drink. I'm not sure... everything's a blur."

Jeno massaged Jaemin's hand with his thumbs. He pursed his lips, obviously holding back tears.

Jaemin sat up a bit to look around. "What... time is it? And where are the others?"

The singer looked at his watch. "It's 7am. Everyone else is in the lobby... I told them to go but they wanted to stay overnight for you. Oh... and I put all your stuff on the night table here, if you need it."

"Oh..." Jaemin noticed his cracked phone, wallet, watch, and necklace sitting on the night table beside the lamp. "Thank you."

"It's all my fault." Jeno let it out.

"No.... you saved my life." Jaemin then chuckled. "What a crazy night, huh?"

"Yeah," Jeno chuckled through his tears. "You're tough, Jaemin... one hell of a party animal too."

"I had such a good time... maybe it's a good thing that I can't remember what happened."

"Maybe." Jeno said. "Listen... I'm sorry, Jaemin... for everything. It was my fault. For bringing you in the middle of this... I allowed you to get hurt... I never should have left you..."