"Do you have a minute?" MINSUNG

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minho please let me write about a man like youuuuuuu ur soooooo🥰

(i want, need, desire, for a man like him)

also i wanted to make minho smoke so i did 🤷‍♀️ hate me if you want🤩

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Minho pov

As the clock was reaching the final hour of visitation, the police entered the room. I feel an imitate sense of uncomfortable surroundings. The air got tense.

"Yeah." Jisung answered, coldly. As if he wasn't joyfully suggesting game ideas just a few seconds ago. He lost his sparkling twinkle in the confined space of his eye; where there seemed to only be joy.

"Hello, Mr. Han. We won't pest you long, we just need to ask a few questions to identify your assaulter. Did you pick up on any form of identification, like name, age, maybe height?" I slide my hand under the blanket and intertwine my pointer finger with his.

"His name is Dae, i'm not sure if it's first or last name. Hell it could even be fake." His tone turned sour and distant as his finger clutches harder on mine.

"He said he was 27. His estimate height is around 5,10." A shaky breath follows and his voice continues, "His physique was good too. He must've worked out at some point."

"Thank you. Now we have had many reports on the same guy. Many don't remember his face. So if we asked you to meet a sketch artist, would you be able to recognize his face?" The police officer in the back pokes his head out of the notes and whispered something.

"Yeah. I guess," Han says and looks to me with crinkled a smile so faint that you wouldn't be able to see it by a bare eye.

"Okay then, thanks so much we're going to come back tomorrow and bring a sketch artist because visitation is almost up. Thanks for your time, have a good night sir!" The police officer in the back claims and looks at us for a minute, he walks to the door and lets his companion out, then he exits as well.

I hear a slight cough as Jisungs other hand slides up to his mouth to cover it. He coughs a couple more times. My brain doesn't fathom how a beautiful person could still look beautiful while coughing.

"Anyways.. Minho, I have a favor to ask of you, it would mean a lot if you could do it for me." He pauses and as soon as I was going to respond, Jisung speaks again, "But! If you feel uncomfortable I won't make you do it, i'll ask Felix."

"No, it's fine. Whatever you need." I offer him a soft smile and await his reply.

"I need for you to go to my house and grab my violin, I need to practice tomorrow if I want to stay sharp.. As my mother would say." He pushes out a small laugh and looks at me.

"Yeah! I can do that, where do you live?" I ask, still feeling our fingers intertwined, "XXX street, it's right near the JYP building. The address is XXXX. I think my keys are in my bag, wherever that is.."

Jisung leans to sit up, I push his back down lightly, "I'll find it, please stay here." He face flushed a pretty pink. I stand up brushing out interlocked fingers once more as they unlocked and we separated.

Looking around the pasty hospital room, I spot a counter with bags on it, walking closer to get a better look. "Hey, what color is your bag?"

"It would be a white satchel, or crossbody. Whatever you call it; it's that." Jisung replies back and my eyes wander around the pile. Found it.

"I found it Hann. Do you want me to bring it to you? I don't want to search through your stuff if you're not okay with it." I ask and peak my head at him.

"Oh you can look, it doesn't have much in there besides my wallet, keys, phone, mints, and probably mail. Don't look at the mail though, that's a little weird."

I do as he says and I reach my hand into the back, finding his phone and keys. I walk over to hand him his phone. Holding his keys in my hand. His face still flushed in a pinky tone.

"Thank you so much I really appreciate your kindness-" I cut him off, "It's really no problem, I have nothing going on right now anyways, i'll be glad to do it for you."

There was a comfortable silence settling in the room as I go to open my mouth to ask the question i've been dying to ask, I was cut off again. Maybe I shouldn't ask this if I keep getting cut off.

"You should get going now. Thanks Minho, a lot." I see a heartfelt gaze and my eyes softened at him for the millionth time, feeling like i've known him for ages on end, when it's only been a week.

I turn and walk away to get my bag. Exiting the hospital door and turning left to head out the main entrance. My feet stop at a bench and my body automatically goes to grab the pack of Seneca cigarettes. Opening the package with care and sliding the cigarette out.

I grab the lighter out of my pocket and light it. Sucking in the smoke and await the sensation of blowing the hot substance out. I've always hated the taste of cigarettes, but it's not like I can just stop doing it. I was involved with bad people when I was in high school, what can I say to peer pressure?

My mouth drops open and the smoke pours out, ominously like a fog machine. Dipping my head bad enjoying the cool of the night. Flicking the cigarette and huffing on it again, repeating the process. My phone pings:

"hey i see you out there, put that out now young man."

I look out and see the room I was just in, the light shining down onto the floor, with a beautiful Jisung waving out the window, smiling. Putting out the cigarette onto the bench, flicking it in the trash can.

"Don't young man me.. I'm older than you! But yes sir, leaving to get your stuff noww. Go to bed, pretty." I text back, looking in the window one last time and waving goodbye; leaving the bench and maintaining a fast pace walk along the sidewalk.

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