Keeping a Distance >•Minsung•<

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Jisung saw the paramedics take Minho away from afar. He wiped a tear from his face. But he felt more numb than anything else.

The next few days were a blur and he couldn't tell when one day ended and the next started. He was staying a some random cheap hotel. He couldn't leave yet, not without knowing Minho was okay. When he knew no one would see him, late at night, he would put on a black hoodie and go to Minho at the hospital, telling staff he was his friend. One time he was almost caught. Minho was awake when Jisung went to the window of the door to his room to look at him. Minho glanced up at him and froze. Jisung quickly ran back to the hotel, not once looking back. He waited a day or two before going back, being more cautious the next time. When he saw that Minho was getting better, he started planning his next attempt.

Jisung was walking down the street late at night, he needed more instant ramen. That's all he was eating at the time and it showed. He looked sickly, he had bags under his eyes and his skin was way too pale. But he couldn't make himself eat anything more. He entered the convenience store, quickly grabbing at least five cups of ramen. He was looking down the whole time. His posture hunched, tired, and insecure. On his way out, he bumped into someone. He looked up angry at the person who stepped into his path. The man he met eyes with, was Minho.

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Minho had been lying on his hospital bed, board out of his mind. It wasn't so bad when the guys were there, who he was staring to open up to, but it was like there was a hole in the friend group. But Minho also knew that this was his fault. He had been pushing Jisung away since the beginning. And he was carrying for a day or two, giving him false hope, before going cold again. Minho's guilt was slowly killing him, because he wasn't eating. He barely slept either. His head healed fairly quickly, but his body was slowly deteriorating. He just refused to take care of himself. Chan noticed first, then the rest of the group. They tried to cheer him up, playing games and cracking jokes. But Minho would smile for only half a second, before staring off into space. He was barely even there. At one point he swore he saw Jisung looking at him through his door's window. But after texting Chan and having him search the whole hospital, Jisung was no where to be seen. When the hospital let him go home. All he did was either sit at home and cry or be looking for Jisung. He would look for him for eternity if he had to. He couldn't accept the fact that Jisung might be gone already. He just couldn't do it.

So there he was, his head hung low as he walked down the street late at night. He was waking past a couple of stores, occasionally looking in through the windows. Then he would look down at his feet as he walked. It was starting to get colder, so he had a hoodie on under his jacket. He adjusted his hood as he walked, not bothering to look at where he was going. This action would have consequences, as because he wasn't looking, he bumped into someone. He finally looked up to see who he had inconvenienced. He stared in disbelief when he saw Jisung's face.

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