FIRE ON FIRE {Minsung}

15. {Fatal}

Slight trigger warning for some.
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Minho POV

I walked out into the hallway. Ugh, that was so embarrassing! I thought as I walked towards Changbin, who was leaning against the lockers. I ruffled my hair and sighed. "What did you want to talk about?"

He looked at me, his expression unreadable. "Were you really going to rat my sexuality out to my parents?".

I froze in place. Fuck, I forgot about that. "I- n-no. I only threatened you because..." I slurred. "Because I n-needed to keep my reputation." I looked down, not wanting to see his eyes.

"Reputation? Your fucking reputation? Minho, you realize that doesn't matter anymore now that you have Jisung right?" Changbin scolded. "Imagine if I made you beat up Jisung and I was going to tell your mom if you didn't? What if she was homophobic like my parents!" He scolded me and I took it. I twiddled my fingers while keeping my head down, I felt like a child getting yelled at.

I heard him step closer to me. "I'm sorry about yelling at you out here." I looked up and see Changbin standing a few feet away from me. "No, I should be sorry I made you beat up Felix, your crush."

"You should probably tell Felix your sorry, he needs it most." Changbin stated. I nodded.

The door to the infirmary opened and Jeongin walked out holding my phone. "Minho! It's your mom!" He said with a worried tone. I quickly took the phone from his hand.

"Mom?"

"Is this her son?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"This is the front desk of the ******* Hospital, your mother is here and in bad condition."

My eyes widened. My hands became shakey.
"W-what happened?"

"She got into a fatal car accident, and she wants to see you."

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Just walking down the hallway of the hospital is scary. Fatal. Does that mean...

I walked past a few rooms, and each door passing by me just makes me more scared. My chest felt heavy, like an anvil was being pushed against me.

I finally reached the room my mom was currently staying in. I took one deep breath, and grabbed the handle and turned it.

I walked in slowly and I saw my mom laying in the hospital bed. She was injured very badly, her body was tangled in IV tubes, and some of them connected to a ventilation machine.

She looked up at me and smiled. "Come here honey, it's okay." She held out her arms weakly. I ran into her arms and held her tight, but being careful of the IV tubes. I broke down.

"N-no! It's not okay!" I sobbed. She patted my back. "Everything will be fine. I'll be out of your hair Minho, you won't have to remember those memories of him anymore." She reassured with the softest motherly tone. I shook my head against her. "No, I d-don't care about that." I sobbed and sobbed.

I eventually fell asleep against her, since my body was exhausted from crying.

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From what felt like 7 hours of sleeping, I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Minho sweety, you gotta wake up. The docters said I should sleep now." I fluttered my eyes open at the sound of my moms comforting voice.

I let go of her and stood up. But it felt like I couldn't. I couldn't let go of someone I love. "I love you mom." I said, my voice a bit hoarse from sleeping. She nodded. "I love you too, the doors are open." She told me.

I nodded. I walked out after taking one more glance at her.

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I walked through the hospital lobby and out the sliding doors. My mind was still fuzzy, in my eyes all I saw was grey. I stood there not knowing what to do now. I could go home, but at the same time I don't wanna go into a house full of dreadful memories. I jumped a bit when I heard a honk at the curb of the hospital drop off round about.

I looked over and saw a black SUV. The window rolled down to the passenger side, Jisung's head poked out. "Come on Minho!" I weakly smiles at the face I adored so much. My eyes looked past him and I gazed at Chan. "You sure it's okay?" I asked.

He smiled and nodded.

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Eventually Chan pulled up at what seemed to be Jisung's house, he got out and I helped him as he staggered out of the vehicle. "Um Jisung, can I stay at your house?" I asked. "Yeah sure." He smiled.

I walked in while I had Jisung's arm over my shoulder. We made into the doorway and I took off my shoes after helping Jisung with his. "Where's your room?" I grabbed his arm and mine around his waist. "I-uhh it's upstairs." He stammered a bit. I looked at him confused on why he was acting weird, he was looking away from me purposely. His ears were a tinted red and so was the back of his neck. I chuckled.

I took him upstairs and led him down the hall. I saw a small staircase which led to a little door in the ceiling. I moved my head towards the door and he nodded.

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Jisung POV

Minho gently laid me down in my bed. He stood up and looked around. "Your room is pretty nice."

I looked over at the window and it was open, it let cold air in. I shivered at the feeling. "Uh Minho? Can you close the window?" I said my voice shakey. He nodded and strolled over to the window. He closed it and locked it.

I still felt a bit cold, I grabbed the blankets and covered myself. I shit my eyes and tried to forget the coldness.
I heard footsteps and I felt the bed sink a bit. I gasped quietly when I felt arms wrap around my waist. "M-Minho?"

"Yeah?" He asked. "I'm cold."

"Obviously." He grabbed my shoulder and turned me over to face him. Minho pulled me in and kissed my forehead. At that moment I felt a wave of warmth wash over me.

"Um, if you don't mind me asking, why were you at the hospital?"

Silence.

"My mom.... Got in a fatal car accident. The docters don't think she'll make-it." Minho's breath hitched at the end. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him close as well. "It's okay Minho, if you want to cry then cry."I said.

Minho broke down into quiet sobs. He held me tighter.

After awhile Minho and I fell asleep. Until Minho heard a voice he hadn't heard in a while.

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Hi, I got writers block for a while. And some things happened.
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My Grandma doesn't want the chemotherapy. I was at the hospital today and balled my eyes out when writing the scene where Minho is with his mother.
Don't worry about me. Please. Not that you would care 😸
The song choice is the song I listened to while in the hospital room.

That will be all!
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