Whispers | Stray Kids

Cold hands, with a warm heart

His chest ached, and not in the good 'I've just run 3k and I'm resting now' way. No, it hurt in the 'there's something wrong with me' way.

Seungmin wasn't surprised, they'd crashed, on the way to a concert and now he couldn't feel his legs. His sister had stopped whimpering only minutes before hand, and he could feel his breathe becoming short. The phone discarded by his head, the last seven calls showing the emergency line... They weren't going to make it, were they.

He felt a hand brush his, gripping it tightly in a form of reassurance and the whispered voice of his sister telling him it'd be fine. He let himself believe it would be.

"Hey, wake up." A quiet voice roused him from his slumber, from where everything was soft and cool, to where everything hurt. His eyes flickered open, to see a man (boy?) with bluish hair perched on the edge of his bed. Seeing him awake, the man/boy smiled gently.

"Wh-" Seungmin started, leaning over to cough, pain radiating through his body, "Who are you?" The boy leaned forwards, reaching over to brush the hair from Seungmin's face. A sad smile rested on his face.

"I'm Jisung." Seungmin shivered, Jisung's hands were freezing. And something screamed at him that the boy wasn't normal. After all, he had no clue who he was, and Jisung was just resting on his bed in a faded pair of jeans and a t shirt. He was in no way, a doctor.

He lay back, staring at the boy in front of him, as he sat on what Seungmin supposed were his legs. He couldn't feel Jisung's weight though.

"... Seungmin," He slowly murmured, watching as the boy in front of him nodded, "Why are you in here Jisung?"

Jisung looked startled, until he little out a shaky giggle.

"I was, uh, passing by. You reminded me of someone." Jisung mumbled, twining his fingers together. Something in his voice reminded Seungmin of another time, another place. A boy with a pretty smile and black hair ran through his memories.

"So, you just decided to come into a stranger's room and wake me up?" Jisung nodded again.

"Sorry."

He was allowed to see his sister, for the first time in a while. And while his legs still weren't strong enough to hold up his weight, he was grateful for the chance to escape his room. Two weeks had passed since he'd first been admitted, and Jisung had come to visit him everyday. It made the persistent white bearable.

The only problem being, whenever he asked about Jisung, or described him, the staff looked at him like he was insane. To say Seungmin was confused was an understatement.

But that all drained out of his mind, as he talked to his sister, a smile gracing his lips as he relaxed in his chair.

"I told you we'd be out fine." She whispered, as Seungmin merely nodded, leaning back with a yawn.

"Why'd I ever doubt you?" He replied gently, turning his head slightly as a flash of red appeared in his vision. A young man, about the same age as Jisung, with fiery hair and freckles splashed across his face. It was odd, as his sister should've told him if someone had entered.

But the boy said nothing other than to watch Seungmin, with a knowing expression on his face. So Seungmin said nothing about it. But as the visit drew to a close, he could see the boy get restless and pace around.

"Thank you, once again." He smiled, waving a good bye to his sister as he started leaving the room. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the boy jump, and start following him. Seungmin swallowed sharply, focusing on where he was going. At least until a deeper than expected voice caught him off guard.