Feel Your Rhythm || Minsung

30. Lonely, Without You

Jisung woke up with a throbbing head. His eyes kept shutting down and opening.

The first thing he heard was the sound of a machine beeping and his sound of raged breathing. He could feel something being fixed over his mouth and nose. It was suppose to make him feel better but as soon as he gained conscious, he kept coughing.

The door to the unknown room opened revealing a woman dressed in white and her hair in a neatly combed bun. She quickly removed the oxygen tubes over his nose.

Jisung took deep breath. His throat ached but it felt oddly good to be breathed again. He turned his head to the woman's direction. He doesn't know her. And being with an unfamiliar person in an unknown place made him squirm with uneasiness.

He wanted stand up and leave this place. But his limbs felt weak and unmovable. Like the time, that man pinned him again the wall. He felt helpless and had to fight the urge to cry.

"H-hyung..." He mumbled.

The nurse gasped, quickly lowering her ear to Jisung's mouth. "Come on sweety. Can you repeat for me again?" Her voice was soft and kind.

"M-in..minho-"

The woman didn't need to tell twice. She bolted out of the room leaving Jisung alone. Jisung closed his eyes, feeling his throat ahed more from the little amount of talking.

He wanted him so bad. He wanted him to craddle him in his arms and tell him that everything gonna be alright. He wanted that comfort. Even though Jisung has no excuse to be like that with Minho. They are over. It was all fake and lies after all.

He heard someone yelling at the door. His mind screamed it was Minho. He was so sure of it but the person entered wasn't him. It was another woman in his mid thirties, with a white foat and glasses.

Jisung tiredly glanced at him. The woman clearly saw Jisung's struggle to get up so he rushed towards him.

"Hey," she called out soothingly. "How are you feeling?" Jisung gave her a questioning glance instead of an answer. "Oh, I'm Dr. Sung. I'm here to check up on you."

Jisung shacked his head. "C-can I talk with Minho hyung?"

Dr. Sung pinched her nose bridge. She glanced back at the door to see the nurse and another man in a heated argument. "He can't come in sweety. He isn't family."

Jisung let out a painful whimper and lifted himself up. The doctor gasped, telling him not to but Jisung was stubborn enough. He was about climb down from the bed when Dr. Sung caught him.

"Mr. Han, you can't go out till you are discharged."

"Please..." He pleaded.

Just then, Chan walked in. The doctor averted her eyes. At first, she couldn't recognise who it was because of his hoodie. When Chan removed the hood, a sudden flash if fear ran across her eyes, seeing the hospital owner's son. She quickly greeted him stepping aside. Jisung glanced at is senior, a look of hope in his eyes. 

Chan sighed, rubbing his neck.

"Dr. Sung, could you please spare us a minute?"

She nodded. "Yes, of course Mr. Bang." She gave a look at Jisung and walked out of the room adjusting her coat.

Chan looked at Jisung. He gulped and was about to speak but someone bolted in side. His eyes scanned the room and when his met Jisung's, he felt his breath caught in his throat.

Minho stood there frozen. Then he stpped forward, one by one, until Jisung was engulfed in Minho's arms in a tight grip. Jisung breathed in his scent, fisting his hand on his shirt in a tight grip. He felt like his heart is about to blast out.