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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 walls blinded minho - the atmosphere frigid but his skin was boiling at every inch of his body. felix and chan had been in the hallway for only three minutes, but minho had never felt so alone.

he had been in this kind of doctors office, sure, (actually, plenty of times), but never once had he felt so uncomfortable. the smell of his clothing relaxed him in a sense, the fragrance of the aussies' laundry detergent reminding him he was ok.

but, minho still remained tense, biting his chapped bottom lip and nibbling on it until it was almost raw. he started a low drum of his fingers against the underside of his chair, taking in the small details of the room: the small patch of paint on the ceiling that was starting to turn grey, the small droplet of water hanging on to the faucet of the sink, even the one piece of tile that had been chipped away in the corner. he's having withdrawals.

with curiosity getting the better of him, minho crept lightly to the door, peeking out until he could see two blondes towards the end of the hall. they had distanced themselves to an obvious point to where minho couldn't hear from inside the room; however, as the buzz from the e.r had come to a short halt, minho could pick up on their conversation only slightly.

"what, do we put him in one of those aa meetings?"

"i don't know, felix. i guess. anything to get him out of this dark void he's in."

aa meeting?

as in alcoholics anonymous?

"are they really..." sliding back into the room meekly minho tried to catch a grip. he was beginning to sweat, the beads of sweat becoming more noticeable as they formed against his forehead.

those fuckers are really gonna try and get me sober

on impulse, minho threw up his hoodie and headed straight for the entrance of the building. he didn't even care to notice the rainstorm or the loud crackles of thunder vibrating the sidewalk beneath him. he thought it would be best just to go back to his own apartment. why would he go back to chan and felix anyways? he didn't ask for help. he didn't ask to be pitied and babied by them. minho himself didn't want to get sober, so why was it any of their concern?

pushing away the lump in his throat minho continued to walk, the fresh puddles of rainwater splashing beneath his shoes and soaking into the material. a million thoughts were rushing through his head at once and he felt like he couldn't breathe. his conscience was telling him to turn around and go back, but another -small- part of him refused to listen. he felt the low hum of his phone vibrate in his (or rather, chan's) hoodie pocket, but he ignored it.