𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐡𝐡𝐣

twenty.

"Okay Hyunjin, I'm going to give you a mental evaluation to prove that you are sane and stable enough to take care of yourself. As long as you pass, your parents should have just about no power over you, but just to be sure, we're going to move you and [Y/N] to a different province since the police here seem to be under your parents' influence," Chan explains, sitting down in front of the blond with a clipboard and pen in hand. "If it really comes down to it, we can open something in court, okay?"

Hyunjin gulps, then nods, hoping it never comes to that. What if he's not stable enough? What if there is something wrong with him and he's deemed incapable of caring for himself? What would happen to him–and more importantly–all of you?

––

You nervously tap your foot as you wait in the lobby of the hospital. You're sure Hyunjin will pass–he has to. Plus, other than the panic attacks and flashbacks (which have severely decreased), he doesn't seem to have any behavior that would be considered too worrisome. You sigh, deciding that you're overreacting, and turn to your right to face Minho. "I shouldn't be worried, right?"

"I don't think so. Sure, he's been through a lot, but I don't think there's anything that would prevent this from working out. And if anything, Chan can probably fudge his scores a bit," he jokes with a slight smile. You shake your head at him, since saying something like that at the hospital Chan works at doesn't really seem like a good idea. "What? I'm kidding."

A moment of silence washes over you both when Minho clears his throat to catch your attention. "So, we haven't really gotten the chance to talk much about you and Hyunjin's feelings about one another," he leans towards you, wiggling his eyebrows in a teasing manner, "How are things?"

With a tinge of pink on your cheeks, you shrug, avoiding eye contact. "Oh uh, everything's cool."

With an amused smirk, the boy can't help but push further–even if a part of him didn't want to know. "Cool, huh? What kind of answer is that [Y/N]?"

Again, you shrug, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "I don't know... we're good but like, we're awkward too now. Since we didn't get much time with each other after confessing, and it's been so long since then, we haven't really picked up where we left off, y'know?"

He nods in understanding, "Have you talked about it?"

"About what?"

"The kiss-es, your feelings, everything?"

"No," You shake your head, "It doesn't feel like a good time."

"You're talking about your feelings–it's never going to feel like the right time [Y/N]," you frown at him, "Plus, if anything goes wrong, wouldn't you feel better knowing you said everything you wanted to say?"

There's a pause, and you groan. "I hate it when you're right, you know that right?"

"Everyone hates when I'm right."

"True."

––

"So am I sane?"

"Well people are going to think you aren't if you go around asking questions like that," Chan chuckles, before looking at Hyunjin with a friendly fondness. "I have to get a second opinion, so someone else will have to come in and test you in a minute but... I think you're good to go Hyunjin."

It feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders, and Hyunjin smiles in relief. There was no reason to really be worried, but Hyunjin being Hyunjin (the drama king), he had his concerns. As Chan walks out of the room, he pulls out the phone Minho had given him upon his return, and texts the group chat Chan says he thinks we're in the clear.