Forget Me Not || Minsung

25

"Are you sure about this?" Chan asked an anxious looking Minho as he was about to walk in and face Jisung. Awake this time.

Minho released a shaky breath. "No."

They moved out of the way for some nurses and looked back at each other. Chan pressed his lips. "Look, you go, try your best while still considering his condition and I'll wait here, yeah?" He stood next to the door, showing he'll stay in that place, leaning against the white wall.

Minho swallowed and nodded. He turned around and Chan opened the door for him, telling something to the boy in the room but Minho was too focused on panicking to hear it.

Before he knew it he was already sitting at the edge of Jisung's bed with the said boy having a scowl on his face. Minho knows he's unwelcomed but he has to try this. He wants to but the fear of Jisung's reaction pains him.

"Well?" Jisung asked after a moment of silence.

"What..." Minho mumbled, feeling lost. He internally scolded himself for not acting like himself. What is wrong with me, he thought.

Jisung sighed. "Well then I have a question."

Minho's head shot up in curiosity. He signed for him to go on and waited. He knew he would answer any of his questions just so he could continue talking to him.

"Were you the one who placed that flower here?" Jisung pointed at the box.

Minho slightly panicked and couldn't form words so he just nodded. His fingers of left hand started playing with the sheets behind his back.

"Why?"

Minho cleared his throat. "Because you forgot about me." He held his breath and watched him for how he'd react.

"Explain."

The older let out his breath. Maybe his curiosity is a good thing.

"We solved the...misunderstanding and we started being...friends...again."

"I keep hearing the same thing," Jisung let out an annoyed breath through his nose. "The guys said the same and you too. But what I don't understand is how and why would I ever solve such a misunderstanding, as you said."

Minho's face twitched as he felt a short jolt of pain in his heart. He lowered his head and shook it.

"I can't do this, sorry, I...I have to go." Minho stood up from the bed with full intention of sprinting out and burying himself in his bed sheets for an eternity. But his wrist got held off by Jisung and he was forced to sit back down.

"No. You will sit here until you explain things to me. I dislike you but I want the confusion in my mind to stop," Jisung said firmly and released Minho's wrist.

For a few heartbeats Minho only looked at him, his new hair, his eyes that lacked love, his perfectly shaped nose, his adorable cheeks and his soft looking lips. He wanted to take a good look at him in case he won't be able to later. Who knew what would happen.

"Okay..." Minho mumbled, his eyes now looking anywhere but him. "I showed you a recording of that night...and you saw what happened. It truly was a misunderstanding between us."

"Was. It still is."

Another hit to Minho's heart.

"So you're saying you filmed it? Such a terrible moment?" Jisung looked at him in an unpleasant way. His mind creating ideas that he'd rather not think about.

"Of course not," Minho denied instantly. He pulled the hand behind his back to his lap, he tried to hide his shaking hands by holding them together. "The room had cameras," he added.