Spotlight ☆ | minsung

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"The police has been at the hospital's door since this morning, when the doctors finally confirmed the tragic death of the professional dancer known as Byeolbichh. The details regarding his death are still private, but we do know the young dancer commited suicide yesterday afternoon. His father and friends refuse to talk with reporters-" the woman speaking from the TV was cut off mid sentence as Chan turned the flashy electronic off, reestablishing the previous silence in that cold hospital room.

He had turned it on to try and distract the seven boys present, to get their minds off the unconscious boy laying on the white bed with tubes and monitors coming out of him, the bandages on his wrists what all of them seemed to notice more. His try had been useless, as the only thing playing on the TV were news about Minho's supposed death.

The truth is, they had talked with the doctors as soon as they came out of the emergency room with the good news that Minho was still alive, just in very critical condition. The boy's father didn't show up even when called, expressing how he didn't care about what happened to his own son anymore. So, thanks to Felix's bribing and Jisung's pleading, they had managed to speak themselves with the doctors, getting them to announce Minho's death, even if it was false. That way they'd free their friend from his toxic environment, away from the fame he hated, away from his father, away from his previous life almost fully.

Now, they were all sitting around a white and cold hospital room, waiting for Minho to wake up.

Seungmin layed somewhere on the floor, Jeongin sleeping on his shoulder. The ginger just stared at some random spot of the room, lost in thoughts that kept him awake. Felix and Hyunjin were asleep, cuddled up on one of the two little sofas of the room, breathing calm, nothing like how it had been the past afternoon. Changbin and Chan were sharing the second sofa, both boys awake and tired, but unable to just sleep like the others.

Jisung sat on a brown wooden chair right next to Minho's bed. He played with his boyfriend's hair softly as tears escaped his eyes quietly. He had been crying ever since he was able to see Minho again this morning after a restless night like the previous one had been. Sometimes he managed to stop the constant flow of tears for no more than twenty minutes, just enough for his eyes to rest a little bit. Chan was starting to worry about him. He hadn't left Minho's side at all, scared that his boyfriend would disappear, afraid of not seeing him again. The simple though was what made Jisung cry oceans.

The older one of the group stood up, drawing the attention of Changbin and Seungmin. He sighed, tired.

"I'm gonna get water bottles and some snacks. Be right back." he announced.

"Channie, wait." silently called the ginger. "Bin, switch with me, I wanna go with Chan." and the shorter didn't waste a second, rushing to support Jeongin's head on his shoulder instead.

"Bring me a coffee, please." was the only thing he asked for before closing his eyes tiredly.

Both boys nodded their heads and left the room.

Jisung still hadn't looked up from Minho.

As soon as they got out of the room, the younger couldn't hold it in anymore. He hugged his boyfriend, looking for the comfort he always found in the older's arms, and broke down. His body shook with the heavy sobs that escaped past his lips as he tightened his grip around Chan's torso.

"Shhh! It's okay, Seugminnie. Minho's okay." soothed the raven, rubbing his boyfriend's back with steady motions.

"Chan, don't ever think about doing something like that!" cried the ginger, hitting the older's arm with the little force he had left. "Please, if you're having a hard time come to me."