neon roses ~ l.mh • h.js

capitolo sedici: pronto soccorso

summary of the triggering part: jisung, with the help of minho (even though it really was mainly minho), gets the tracker out. there was a type of plastic around the tracker that minho had to cut away with mini fabric scissors that he had to go run and borrow from hyunjin, hence the mention of him later on.

happy reading my lovelies

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"There. You probably need stitches though because you decided to be a dumbass and do this all in a dorm bathroom." Minho said, returning all of the items they used back into the cabinet under the sink and wiping the blood off of the sink and counter as Jisung hopped down. Minho washed the blood off of his hands and dried them off with a paper towel, using the same wet paper towel to wipe off more blood that leaked past the old paper towel on Jisung's back.

"'M sorry.." Jisung said, looking down, guilt painted straight across his face. Minho sighed, finding it hard to stay mad at him as he threw away the towel.

"Whatever. Just.. wash your hands. You look like you committed murder." Minho sighed, returning to the main room to grab a new one of Jisung's hoodies and hand it to the boy once he was done rinsing his hands. This all felt so weird to Minho. Jisung told him the full story of what happened before and it all made sense—but he just had this itching feeling that something was wrong. That something was missing. Either way, it wasn't his business and he definitely wasn't going to ask. But Minho is a curious person and he hates not knowing things he wonders about.

"You ready to go?" Minho asked once Jisung had his hoodie on.

"Oh- You mean right now??"

"No, I mean in three days." Minho rolled his eyes. "Of course I mean right now. That'll take a really long time to heal if we don't, and it could get infected and hurt a lot worse. You don't want that, do you?" Minho raised his eyebrow, Jisung's eyes widened and he shook his head.

"Then, let's go." Minho said, pulling on a jacket.

"Hyung, you know I can't afford to go there."

"I know. That's why I'm paying for it. Now go return those scissors to Hyunjin and get your shoes on. Meet me in the parking lot once you're done." Minho said, leaving the dorm and closing the door behind him, leaving no time for Jisung to say anything in return. Jisung sighed, going to the bathroom to rinse off the scissors, then returning to grab a jacket and slip on his shoes. He left the dorm, locking it behind himself.

After calmly returning the scissors to Hyunjin, the older now even more confused than he was before, he made his way down to the parking lot where Minho's car was already parked in front of the building, him waiting in the driver's seat for Jisung. Jisung got in, immediately turning to him and opening his mouth but Minho beat him to it.

"I know what you're gonna say. I have a way that you can pay me back." Minho said, pulling out of the parking lot with a mischievous raised eyebrow.

"Oh no.. Don't make me kiss your cheek again." Jisung whined.

"Nope. You didn't seem to mind doing it, though." Minho smiled, chuckling when Jisung gasped and lightly hit his shoulder before huffing and turning away to look out of the window.

"Just tell me what it is."

"The next time I visit your cafe, I can get anything that I want for free." Minho smirked at Jisung.

"Sure.. Just don't get me fired." Jisung sighed, leaning his head against the window to look at the passing trees, even if they only looked like brief green blurs.