Forget Me Not || Minsung

24

Chan and Jeongin were back at the hotel after the nurse told them Jisung had to get lots of rest. Minho wasn't back yet but that wasn't what was on Chan's busy mind at the moment.

He looked at a crying Jeongin in his arms, brushing a hand through his hair.

"Innie, it's okay. Jisung is alright, he's not in any danger anymore," he soothed the boy who clutched to his shirt like his life depended on it. His tears rolled down and he could taste them on his lips.

"Y-yeah but he...he lost his memory, Channie. He doesn't...he doesn't remember Minho," he spoke in a broken tone.

"They're both very strong, Innie. He'll get his memories back. The doctor said it's temporary amnesia, remember?" Jeongin nodded and wiped his nose with his sweater sleeve.

"I can't imagine what would happen if you forgot about me..." Jeongin quietly spoke with his head down.

Chan pressed his lips together. "The chances are very very small, baby. But if it helps, I give you full permission to tie me to a chair and show me all the videos and photos we have together to revive my memory."

"Even that one special photo...?" Jeongin asked and felt his cheeks heat up. Chan noticed and smiled at his shy state. He lifted the boy's head up, wiping the tears off his pretty face and left a kiss on his lips.

"Yes, even that one." The ends of Chan's lips curved into a small smirk.

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Minho stood near Jisung's hospital room door, waiting. Not sure for what but he just stood there as if he was too afraid to walk inside. He was afraid of what he would face behind these doors. Love or hate? Warmth or hurt? Both very different.

From his jacket pocket he pulled out a tiny carton box. He took the lid off and smiled at the beautiful blue flower inside, a yellow circle connecting the petals. It wasn't easy to find one in the city but a few not very well known flower shops grow them.

Minho closed the lid back on and noticed an elderly nurse walking through the corridor. He walked up to her to catch her attention. She stopped and looked at him with a kind smile.

"Hi, could you please place this box in Han Jisung's room? Just near his table. I would do it myself but I'm sure he doesn't want to see me." His voice sounded sorrowful.

The kind looking nurse showed a sympathetic look and motioned her arm towards Jisung's room. "He's asleep. You should go yourself." She left.

Minho stared at the door for a minute or two until he gathered the courage to walk inside and be met with a soundly sleeping Jisung. The closer he stepped the more his heart ached. It was painful to be near him. Jisung is his light and now, even if he could brush his soft skin by a short reach towards him, he was also so far away and out of reach. It hurt.

He wished the pain would stop. He wished this was all a huge nightmare. That he would wake up and see himself in bed with Jisung already comforting him, assuring him it all was not real. But not all wishes come true.

Minho brushed the box in his hand with his thumb one last time, took off the lid and placed the small box on the table beside the sleeping boy. The box lid was stuffed in Minho's pocket and after a short pause he lifted his hand towards Jisung.

His fingers just slightly brushed past his brown hair when Jisung unexpectedly shifted in his bed, startling Minho. He pulled his hand back to his side and with a pained expression he left the hospital.

Jisung was awakened a little bit later when a nurse came inside to change his bandages. He was thankful that the nurse was being very gentle, trying her best not to cause him any more pain. His muscles ached with every shift and twitch of muscle. But he should be glad his bones were strong enough to take the hit well. Doctor said he was lucky.