MARKED AS MINE || minsung

~20~

Minho's phone buzzed on his desk, shattering the eerie calm of his office. He glanced at the screen and saw Felix's name. A frown creased his brow; Felix rarely called directly. Swiping to answer, Minho pressed the phone to his ear.

"Minho," Felix's voice trembled, "Jisung had an accident. Come to the hospital now."

The call ended abruptly, leaving Minho frozen for a second before the weight of Felix's words sank in. His heart pounded as he grabbed his jacket, bolted out of his office, and ordered his driver to the hospital.

As he stormed through the hospital's sterile corridors, Minho's mind raced with dread. He found Felix sitting on a chair outside the emergency room. Felix's face was pale, his eyes swollen and red from crying. Minho approached him slowly, his own fear mirrored in Felix's tear-streaked face.

Minho sat beside Felix, not uttering a word. The silence between them was thick with anxiety and unspoken fears. Minho placed a comforting hand on Felix's shoulder, feeling the younger man's quiet sobs through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Minutes felt like hours, but finally, the doctor emerged from the emergency room, still wearing his scrubs. He approached the two men with a somber expression.

"How is he?" Minho asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Jisung is stable," the doctor began, and both Minho and Felix exhaled a breath they didn't realize they were holding. "However, he has suffered from retrograde amnesia due to the head trauma. This means he can't remember events and people from before the accident. He only remembers his parents."

The words hit Minho like a physical blow. He staggered back, leaning against the wall for support. Tears streamed down his face, unchecked. Felix tried to comfort him, but his own tears made it difficult. Minho's sobs grew louder, a gut-wrenching sound that echoed through the corridor.

"Why him? I wish i was the one getting hurt." Minho cried out, his voice breaking with every word. Felix, despite his own pain, tried to offer solace, wrapping an arm around Minho.

"We'll get through this," Felix murmured, though he wasn't sure if he was trying to convince Minho or himself. "We have to be strong for Jisung."

Minho clung to Felix's words, but the anguish in his heart was unbearable. The image of Jisung not recognizing him, not remembering their shared memories, was too much to bear.

The scene was broken by the sound of hurried footsteps. Soobin entered the hallway, his eyes wide with concern. He took in the sight of Minho and Felix, understanding instantly the gravity of the situation.

"How is he?" Soobin asked, his voice steady but filled with worry.

Felix turned to him, trying to steady his voice. "He's alive, but... he doesn't remember us. Only his parents."

Soobin's face fell, and he joined them, sitting on the other side of Minho. The three of them sat there in shared grief and solidarity, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on their shoulders. The hallway was silent except for the soft sounds of their tears, each of them lost in their thoughts about the road ahead and the challenges they would face with Jisung's condition.

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Damn..