Unknown Number || Kim Seungmin [ON HIATUS]

<17> Hospital

Reji POV

"Seungmin?"

"No, not seungmin you idiot," I heard a faint voice say.

I shut my eyes trying to remember where the voice came from.

"I could get him if you want but maybe that's not a great idea..?" He said sounding uncertain.

I didn't know what I wanted myself. I just didn't wanna be here. So I pulled away from the guy and leaned on the counter picking up the blade again.

"Reji have you lost your mind?! Calm your-"

"Who are you?" I whispered with my head spinning.

I was going to faint any second.

"Reji please stay alive, he's coming, they're coming, I'm your brother it's okay," Junho said carefully picking me up onto his back and leading me to the sofa.

Junho?

Oh yes, Junho.

The last thing I heard were sirens outside before everything went black.

_-_-_

"She lost a lot of blood, if you came any later you would've lost her I'm afraid,"

I slowly opened my eyes trying to get used to the unfamiliar atmosphere. My arm was covered in bandades and numb.

"Reji?" Oh fuck no. I shut my eyes. Who called him here.

"Reji I know you're awake," Seungmin said sternly.

I sighed.

I looked at him clearing my throat. He was in his uniform looking fine as fuck..

Shit, I averted my gaze. He probably just saw me checking him out. I heard him chuckle sarcasticly.

"Why's you do it?" He asked.

"Because your hot," I replied without thinking, instantly regretting it. I tried lifting my arm to cover my face but ended up hissing because of the pain.

Seungmin kept his face neutral, "No idiot, you and I both know what I mean,"

Inside I was secretly hoping he wasn't talking about what I thought he was talking about.

So I kept quiet.

"You won't answer?"

I kept quiet. I simply didn't know what to say.

"Alright, I'm being nice now, I won't be soon,"

Maybe he did know?

"Okay, we'll have it your way," He said before storming off.

I looked up at the ceiling wondering what I should do now. Trying to come up with excuses but  I couldn't think of any.

I'm screwed.

_-_-_

"Thankfully it's nothing too bad so we let you get discharged quickly," Dr Han stated with a warm but pitiful smile, "Also.. if you're having any um.. suicidal thoughts or problems with your mental health, then um feel free to contact my friend Minho, he's a real therapist," he added giving me a business card.

I looked down at it and smiled thanking him.

He thinks I would contact a stranger and tell them about everything?

I would probably end up in jail.

Well I probably will soon anyway..