not your typical love story // 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓷. (EDITING...)

CH.13

"doctor, did you hear? someone almost died last time." soonyoung blurted out, as carefree as ever.

"wait- what? who?" asked jihoon, curious.

"mingyu." soonyoung replied shortly.

"what? mingyu, you said? wait, isn't that the tall kid with a rather unique tan skin?" jihoon asked as the other hummed in reply.

"hm."

"what happened?" the doctor continued, curious.

"it wasn't much, there was a small commotion in the cafeteria and he happened to be shot, that is all there is to it." replied soonyoung with a shrug.

is this guy even serious? and why is he speaking as if being shot by a gun is not a big commotion? the doctor thought to himself and sigh but soon, his thoughts were cutted off.

where the fuck did he heard about it when i, his doctor, haven't heard of it at all? cold shiver runs down his spine at the sudden realization that his patient have a rather large source of information compared to him.

"so, how is mingyu doing now?" the pink haired doctor asked.

"well, i heard that he has been in the hospital for almost a week now but he's doing fine, i assume?" soonyoung answered with a shrug."a simple gun shot won't kill that kind of man." he mumbled to himself but the doctor could not catch it.

"hm? did you say something?" asked jihoon.

"nothing, i just said that i heard he's pretty fine now and can go back after a little rest." replied the blonde, wearing his usual smile.

"is that so? that's great to hear then." replied the doctor, heaving a sigh of relief.

soonyoung hummed, staring at the clear blue sky.

for the record, they were both currently sitting at the mahogany bench under the cherry blossom tree located at the garden of the said asylum and is accompanied by some security who is currently standing in a not so far distance from them, ready to make actions if the blonde tried to harm the oh so fragile doctor beside him.

"right, how are you doing these past few weeks soonyoung?" jihoon asked, changing the topic.

"i don't know, i mean, no changes, i guess?" he answered with a shrug.

"well, how about the voices in your head? do you still hear them?" jihoon asked softly.

soonyoung raises a brow before turning around a bit to face the younger.

"doctor, how did you know about the voices in my head? i did not remember mentioning such thing but maybe it's a given, knowing that i'm a patient here." the blonde casually said.

"it's not like that. i mean, we all have voices in our head, but i guess yours is a little bit complicated." jihoon replied hesitantly.

"well, you're probably right about that one, those annoying voices can be complicated at times that they often cause me severe headache. right, now that we're talking about this, mind soothing my mind for a while then?" the blonde suggested with a smirk.

"i don't know if i could- no, i mean. how can i help you?" the pink haired doctor asked, trying to keep himself professional.

he knew that he should not give in and waver in front of his patient knowing that he's the doctor here.

"truthfully speaking doctor, i don't know how, i don't have the slightest idea." soonyoung replied with a shrug before leaning at the bench.

"if i only know how, i would have shut them up for a very long time but unfortunately, i didn't know how, so now it's up to you." the blonde continued.

he closed his eyes shut, taking his time to feel the warmth of the southern breeze.

surprisingly, jihoon started singing softly, as if he had no other choice."please, don't see."

his voice were barely audible but the latter would surely be lying if he said he was not captivated by the voice of the pink haired guy.

"just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies, please, see me, reaching out someone i can't see." continued the doctor.

but this time, his voice is a little bit louder, enough for the latter to flutter his eyes open. staring at the doctor, he could clearly feel the adrenaline rush of a long forgotten memory.

jihoon's voice sounded like a perfect lullaby in the middle of the night, the way he let the enchanting sound escape his lips as he stare at the clear blue sky is truly a sight to treasure for a lifetime.

it is truly soothing to hear the pink head's singing voice than the cries of his past and long forgotten victims.

"take my hand, let's see where we wake up tomorrow, best laid plans sometimes are just a one night stand."

just like a nightingale, singing a sweet, soothing and intoxicating melody in the middle of night- successfully calming his chaotic world.

"i'd be damned, cupid's demanding back his arrow, so let's get drunk on our tears and god, tell us the reason, youth is wasted on the young, it's hunting season and the lambs are on the run, searching for meaning, but are we all, lost star, trying to light up the dark."

listening to the voice of the pink haired doctor is forcing the latter to walk down the memory lane of his long and forgotten youth.

his youth- a sweet and distant memory of the past that was supposedly buried deep down and never to be dug up again.

damn, this isn't what i was going for when i told him to calm my mind. thought the blonde as his mind were filled of all the scenes in his past that he tried so hard to erased.