𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | ᴊᴀᴇᴊɪ

𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

As Jisung lay in the hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile white walls of the room, Chenle couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at his heart. He sat by Jisung's side, his fingers tracing patterns on the scratchy hospital blanket as he waited for his friend to wake up.

Hours passed in tense silence, broken only by the occasional beep of the monitors and the soft shuffle of nurses passing by. Chenle's mind was a whirlwind of worry, his thoughts consumed by the uncertainty of Jisung's condition and the events that had led them here.

Just as Chenle was beginning to lose hope, Jisung stirred, his eyelids fluttering open as he slowly regained consciousness. Chenle's heart leaped with relief as he leaned forward, his eyes filled with tears of relief.

"Jisung, you're awake," Chenle signed, his movements gentle and precise.

Jisung blinked groggily, his gaze unfocused as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. It took him a moment to register Chenle's presence, but when he did, a weak smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Hey, Chenle," Jisung signed back, his hands slow and deliberate.

Chenle's heart ached at the sight of his friend's confusion, but he quickly composed himself, determined to provide Jisung with the answers he sought.

"You fainted at the exhibition," Chenle signed, his movements mirroring Jisung's. "But don't worry, you're in the hospital now. The doctors are taking care of you."

Jisung nodded slowly, his brow furrowing in concern. "Did anyone else see?"

Chenle hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But then he remembered the stranger—the one who had caught Jisung before he fell.

"Yeah," Chenle signed, a small smile playing at his lips. "There was someone there who helped you. A stranger."

Jisung's eyes widened in surprise, his expression softening with gratitude. "Really? Who was it?"

Chenle reached into his pocket and pulled out the card the stranger had given him. He handed it to Jisung, watching as his friend's eyes scanned the name and contact information printed on the front.

"I don't know his name," Chenle signed. "But he gave me his card in case we needed anything. He seemed really nice."

Jisung's fingers tightened around the card, a flicker of recognition crossing his features. "I think I remember him," he signed softly. "He caught me before I fell. I didn't get a chance to thank him."

Chenle smiled, relieved to see Jisung's spirits lifting. "Well, now you can," he signed. "Once you're feeling better, we can give him a call and thank him properly."

Jisung nodded, a sense of gratitude washing over him. "Yeah, let's do that."

•

As Jaemin returned to the office after the incident at the exhibition, he found Jeno pacing back and forth in front of his desk, a worried frown etched on his face. Jeno looked up as Jaemin entered, his eyes filled with concern.

"Jaemin, what happened?" Jeno asked, his voice tight with worry. "I heard about what happened at the exhibition. Is everything okay?"

Jaemin sighed, sinking into the chair opposite Jeno's desk. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to gather his thoughts before speaking.

"It was... unexpected," Jaemin began, choosing his words carefully. "There was a young man, Jisung, who collapsed at the exhibition. He seemed to recognize me but couldn't speak. I caught him before he fell, and he fainted in my arms."

Jeno's eyes widened in surprise, his concern deepening. "Is he okay? What happened?"

"He's at the hospital now," Jaemin explained, his voice tinged with worry. "Chenle, his friend, was with him. They were both shaken up, but I think they'll be okay."

Jeno nodded, his expression grave. "Did you find out what caused him to collapse?"

Jaemin shook his head. "Not really. Jisung seemed disoriented, and he couldn't communicate verbally. I gave Chenle my card in case they need anything."

Jeno's brow furrowed in thought as he processed the information. "Do you think they'll reach out to us?"

Jaemin shrugged, uncertainty clouding his features. "I'm not sure. But I felt like I had to help. It was the right thing to do."