When Jisung had finished, he wiped the blood from his mouth, before walking out of the bathroom and going to find Minho. He found him sitting on the park bench, away from the rest of the group, grinning at a girl who sat beside him. Jisung had never seen Minho so happy, and that fact in itself was enough to push back the petals and despair that filled Jisung. He walked up to the duo, before tapping Minho’s shoulder gently.
“Hyung, c-can I speak with you for a m-moment?”
“Yeah, of course.”
