Clueless Boy - Minsung

Chapter 75

It has been many days that Jisung is still hospitalized.

At first, Minho didn't have to do the energy to do anything.

He wanted to stay in his bed and rot there.

He didn't want to move until he could set his eyes on Jisung.

At some point, he got forced by Chan to go to class.

Not only Chan wanted him to start living again, but he also knew that if he continued skipping like that, he might get some problems with Uni.

So he started getting to class.

But he still looked like a zombie, free of any living caracteristics. He wasn't washing up. He was barely eating. And he couldn't concentrate at all.

He would go, be present, then go back home mourning.

As he stayed on his bed, he suddenly received a call from Seungmin.

"Hey" 

"Seungmin ? Do have any news ?" He asked, sitting up abruptly.

"Yep ... Um... Jisung is getting out of the hospital in the afternoon" He informed.

And a sudden subtle smile spread on Minho's lips.

"Thank god" He muttered

"Wait, I'm passing you my mom" He mumbled "Hello Minho, are you doing okay ?" She asked

"Yeah" He lied, wanting to hear the rest of the informations.

"He's gonna be brought back in your dorm, along with Lia, okay ?" She said softly, somehow a bit concerned "She'll explain to you what is going to happen, okay ?"

Minho knew that meant something.

Something was still bad.

Nonetheless, he'd have the chance to get a glimpse of Jisung's face, and he wouldn't miss that for anything.

Minho sat on the couch when the door of the dorm opened.

He watched as Lia entered, smiling sadly at Minho as she held Jisung's bag.

Jisung entered, limping so slightly, right after.

He wore a few bandages here and there, but he seemed to be good enough to stand up by himself, and that made Minho's heart ten times lighter.

Minho wanted to greet him. Wanted to say Hi and say how much he loved him.

Then Jisung set his eyes on Minho, and stepped backwards immediately. His breath picking up.

"Everything's okay, Ji" Lia said softly, tapping his shoulder softly.

Trembling, Jisung grabbed his bag from Lia's back, avoiding Minho's gaze.

And in a minute, he had rushed to his own room, closing the door behind him.

Minho stared at the closed door, his heart in a puddle.

He sighed, knowing it was still way too early.

Lia looked at the hurt boy, softening.

She walked closer to him, and sat beside.

"How are you doing ?" She asked softly.

Minho shrugged.