⚔︎ Double Edged Swords ⚔︎

Lean On Me

Joshua walks through the long hallways of the hospital, seeing Hansol standing outside of the door, talking to Seungkwan.

"Is this how you felt for Wonwoo when Jeonghan...?"

The American male nods. "Yes, but his life was on the line. He almost didn't make it nor got a chance to speak again..." The taller sighs. "I was so worried for him. He was traumatized and couldn't sleep. He doesn't like to be left alone during missions till this very day."

"I see... even if I did apologize for Jeonghan, it wouldn't have mattered. He moved on and that doesn't mean he's over it."

"You're all strong for moving on from trauma, there's nothing any of you guys could do..." Seungkwan nods. The two see Joshua walking up to them, they greet each other.

"How's Junhui?" Hansol cocks his head to the door.

"Still not awake." The younger shakes his head. "Your leader received the news of his current status and... it's not too promising." The older nods silently.

"How did the interrogation go?" The alpha wonders.

"Wasn't anything useful. They just needed power, your boss was their holder to save money as long as they kept their treatment minimal upon Junhui. Apparently, it was a huge surmount of money."

"My boss... is something else..."

"Clearly," Seungkwan scoffs.

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It would look as if Junhui was peacefully sleeping, but with the number of wires and tubes attached to him, it was a nightmare for the alliance. Junhui hasn't woken up for three days and Minghao thinks perhaps Junhui's giving up on fighting now that he's come to a peaceful closure, seeing his loved ones alas.

Minghao sits by Junhui, holding onto his frail and boney hands. He stares emptily, listening to the heart monitor beep in rhythm. The little droplets from the IV are barely heard, each drop representing every second passing and the longer Minghao has to wait for the older's recovery.

"That day when I first ran into him, it was like a dream. It felt... like something connected. As if we were meant to be." Minghao started speaking, voice hoarse.

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"Oops!" A voice coated with honey with a slight sultry tone beams when Minghao feels something wet splash on his white dress shirt. He internally scowls, but he can't be as irritated as he would be about his clothes because a beautiful man is standing before him, waving his arms in a cutely manner as his panics staining his shirt with wine. "I'm so sorry! Um, wait here or... ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ? ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ..." As the man continues to ramble— to which seems even more cute to Minghao— the alpha shakes his head with a small chuckle.

"Don't worry about it, it was an accident." He can sense the other is a beta and then there's the alluring scent of Chinese peonies... a reminiscence of home. But somehow he can't pin point why he feels like this. When he sees the beta's eyes, they look so warm and soft, yet enticing in a way of confidence. Pretty moles decorate his face like a small replica of a constellation.

"A-Are you sure?" The other looks guilty. Minghao nods which prompts the latter to shrink with a pout.

Cute.

"Look, I don't want you to feel guilty about this little fiasco, so," The alpha beams when he sees the bright look on the latter's face shines with hope. "you can owe me by paying for dinner perhaps?" The other nods with excitement.