sold to 7. || L.MH + SKZ

9

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"Jisung.. what have you done?!"

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All of theseven grown men were sat in the hospital waiting room, anxious legs bouncing up and down and the sound of constant moving. Jisung couldn't bring himself to look up, keeping his gaze down at his lap as he chewed at his nails.

Suddenly, a pair of footsteps were heard, and a nurse with a clipboard in hand appeared. "Hello, I'm assuming you all are Minho's owners?" she asked with a smile, looking at the seven men.

They all hummed, "Yep, we are, is he okay?" Chan asked as he was the one who'd always be the first to talk in these situations.

"He's.. alright, he'll be able to go home today but the thing is," she paused, watching as everyone looked up, including Jisung. "He'll need heavy rest, you must not do anything with him him, feed him, or do anything. His body is too weak to even chew food."

She took a breath before continuing, "We've tried to blend food and feed it to him but unfortunately his throat hurts horribly, so he can't exactly swallow things either." everyone's mouths were agape, staring at the nurse with wide eyes. "But he can talk, so don't worry."

She smiled at the seven men, gaze going from one to another as she stared at them all. "Well? Any comments or concerns?" Jisung instantly stood up, making everyone's eyes go on him.

"Can- Can I see him?" he asked, eyes gleaming with desperation as he stared at the nurse, hands clenched into fists.

"I suppose you can, all of you can, but if you want to have a private moment with him; you can ask," the nurse smiled, before moving out of the way so Jisung could simply venture onto Minho's hospital room.

Chan sighed, shaking his head. "I guess he wants private time," he muttered, shutting his eyes as he leaned back in his chair with a sigh of contentment.

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Jisung slowly opened the door with a creak, eyes roaming around the silent room, aside from the small beeps of the heartbeat monitor.

"Minho?" he called in a whispered tone, stepping into the room fully as he shut the door with a gentle click behind him.

There was a faint hum heard, and the sound of sheets rustling.

With a relieved sigh, he walked over to the sound, locking his gaze on Minho, who was curled up into a ball on the bed.

"Oh, Jisung," he spoke, looking the said male up and down. "Hi."

Jisung sighed at the tone Minho had, he knew the male was most likely uncomfortable around him.

He walked over to Minho, steps echoing throughout the bland room, as he stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at the male.

With a sigh, he began to speak. "Minho," he bit his lip, shaking his head to calm himself before continuing. "I'm sorry, for like, what I did. I shouldn't have been so pissed off just because I was chosen last, it was your choice and I shouldn't have forced that off of you."

Minho listened intently, blinking slowly as he moved a bit to get a better view of the apologetic male.

"If you don't want to talk to me anymore, that's completely fine, I came here to apologize and hopefully earn your forgiveness and trust soon enough," Jisung spoke slowly, picking at the skin around his nails.