Ramè || MINSUNG

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Yelling could be heard from inside the room, the two voices loud and echoing.

"Not how I imagined meeting his mom." Minho mumbled as he heard Jeongin laugh with Felix as they played a game on their phones.

"Han Jisung's mother isn't suppose to be here. If you look on the papers he has requested that neither of his parents arrive." Chan spoke to the nurse behind her desk, hands moving as he spoke.

"Well sir we needed someone to sign him out." The nurses eyes were laced with fatigue and her yawns were a sign that she needed sleep.

"Under his legal guardians are Bang Chan, myself, and Kim Woojin." Chan impatiently tapped his foot, Woojin eventually stepping in and taking his place talking to the nurse.

"JUST GET OUT ALREADY!" Jisung's yell alerted the boys, Changbin opening the door only to find Jisung's mother run out to the room, the white in her pan suit stained.

"Jisung, you okay?" Hyunjin and Felix were the first to rush in, being sure not to slip in the spilled soup on the floor.

"I'm fine, just annoyed." By now Jisung was sitting up straight, hair messy and voice scratchy.

"Mr. Han you're not suppose to be sitting up, lay back down." One of the three nurses who entered the room fussed at the younger due to him not following the doctors orders.

"Oh I'm fine. I just got a little sick." Scratching his back Hyunjin let out a sigh.

"But you're not fine Jisung. You were badly dehydrated and on the brink of malnutrition," Chan placed a hand on Jisung's shoulder, looking into his eyes as he spoke. "For now you're off the team."

"That's bullshit."

"And you aren't allowed at practice. If you want to join in on the competition, you need to follow the doctors orders, not Jisung's orders." Jisung let out a huff, anger filling his veins.

"I'm perfectly fine damnit! First I had her in here, trying to save her image and I now I have you trying to tell me what I can and can't do! I'm sick of it! If I want to do the competition then I'll do it!" Jisung's blood pressure rising was noticed by one of the nurses, the woman catching the attention of the other two.

"Mr. Han please calm down or we will have to sedate you." One of the nurses placed their hands on Jisung's arm only to have it be slapped off.

"Don't touch me goddamnit!"

"We're doing this for your own good Sungie. If you get better fast then we'll reconsider putting you back on the team. But for now, you're benched." Woojin ended his sentence with a sad smile, the four of them in the room leaving Jisung alone in his hospital bed.

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"Hey Mark, it's Minho, give me a call when you can. Thanks." Minho groaned as he sat in his office, the cup of cold - and disgusting - coffee sitting as far away from his as it could.

"Any luck?" Jaemin, Minho's temporary assistant, asked as he slowly entered the office.

"'No, that was third call. The gala is next week." Minho let out a sigh and signed some paperwork that wasn't due till next month.

"Ah, well. Do you want me to get you more coffee?" Jaemin's pink hair shined in the shitty office lights, the shade beaming.

"No not really. I'm sorry but your coffee kind of sucks." Minho sent an apologetic smile to the younger boy, slightly taken aback by him laughing.

"I get told that all the time so don't worry. If you need anything I'll be right outside." With that Jaemin left the office space, leaving Minho alone with his thoughts.

"I need Jisung back."