Yunho woke up with a grunt. He felt his body heating up and the dizzyness kicking in his head.
His blurry sight slowly getting clearer. The strong scent of medicine and antibiotics hits his nose, confirming that he was indeed in a hospital.
"Yunho! You're finally awake!" Wooyoung shouted and jumped into Yunho's hands happily.
Yunho was taken aback at the sudden crash, "What? What happened?"
Wooyoung moved away and pouted, "You were unconscious. Someone found you laying by the roadside and they sent you to the hospital. Turns out you had high fever and you freaking slept for 2 days straight. I thought you were dead!"
Yunho sat there dumbfounded. "I was asleep for 2 days?"
"Yes! You wouldn't wake up no matter how I shake you."
"How? I remember going to the cafe and went to my office.." His eyes widen as he suddenly remembered the boy and his dream.
"But they found you by the roadside. Oh his name is San, I got his number to thank him. He carried you all the way to the hospital." Wooyoung says as he handed him a note, a particular phone number was scribbled on it.
"The cafe...?"
"What cafe? The cafe you usually go to? Its still there don't worry. You need coffee? I'll buy them for you."
"It's still there..." Yunho mumbles softly, as if assuring himself that nothing is wrong.
'Then what's with the weird ass newspaper?'
"Yunho?" Wooyoung's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"O-oh yeah, i'm good, thanks." Yunho ended as he flashed Wooyoung a smile.
"Okay then, I'll head down to buy some food, you need any?"
"Nah, I'm not hungry. But can you pass me some water? My throat's burning."
Wooyoung nodded and quickly shuffled his feet to grab the jug of water and a cup.
Once making sure Yunho had his water, Wooyoung went out to buy some food for himself.
Yunho sat alone in the hospital room, his thoughts once again running wild.
'Guess it's all just a dream..'
"no its not." A voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Who?!"
"...Mingi. Song Mingi."
"Who the hell?"
Yunho turned his body and searched the room. He felt shivers running down his spine when he saw no one around.
"Where are you?" Yunho asked softly.
And like those fantasy movies, a boy almost as the same height as Yunho appeared beside him.
The boy, Mingi looked around Yunho's age. He was wearing a torn school uniform which seems 2 sizes too small for him. Yunho let his eyes to roam his body, and he stopped abruptly once he made eye contact with Mingi.
The sad eyes were all too familiar. It was the boy from his dream.
Yunho could feel beads of sweat running down his forehead as he take in the familiar face. He seems grown, more mature now, very different from his dream.
"What the..?" Yunho mumbles out.
Mingi opened his mouth to speak, but closed back. Yunho noticed the sad and helpless pout tugging on Mingi's lips.
His eyes were pooling the same emptiness and sadness. And Yunho swore if he was a movie, it would be a fucking sad one.
"You can't speak?" After waiting for a few minutes, Yunho broke the silence.
Mingi pouted slightly and shook his head. He pointed on his neck, showing a few awful scars wrapping around it.
"Come here." Yunho gestured for Mingi to move closer.
For some reason, the boy that just magically appeared infront of him seemed harmless. He looked too pure and innocent to be dangerous, despite him just appearing out of nowhere. Yunho felt nothing but empathy and adoration, the same protectiveness once again dominating his thoughts.
Mingi complied and walked towards Yunho, not breaking eye contact with the male.
Yunho gently touched Mingi's neck, realizing that he could actually feel Mingi's skin on his fingertips.
The scars were horrible, it looked like someone had just sliced his neck apart and roughly bandaged it up to let it heal.
"What happened to you..?" Yunho's heart tightened once his fingers grazed along Mingi's rough neck. He furrowed his brows as Mingi's breath hitched.
Mingi quickly pulled away, realizing that he had just let a stranger touch his most insecure place on his body.
Mingi shook his head, not wanting to discuss about that topic.
"How did you communicate with me?" Yunho asked, after gesturing Mingi to take a seat.
Mingi quickly grabbed a pen and a paper and scribbled some words on it.
"I have no idea, I just thought about it and it seems like you could hear my thoughts."
Yunho furrowed his brows, "Try thinking something."
"hello."
Yunho's eyes widen as the deep voice rang through his mind.
"Guess I can really hear you." He chuckled tiredly.
Mingi nodded his head in agreement.
"So erm.. How and why are you here?"
Mingi lowered his head sadly, a bigger pout present on his face.
"I'm actually-"
"Yunho I'm back!!" The door suddenly opened and an overexcited Wooyoung came running in.
Yunho quickly looked at Mingi and Wooyoung. But Mingi simply smiled and shook his head.
Wooyoung walked towards him and placed his sandwich on the table. He then sat on the same spot where Mingi is sitting, his body going through Mingi's.
Yunho looked at both of them in shock, not knowing how to react.
"I erm, I'm actually dead."
Mingi's deep voice once again ringing in Yunho's ears, the words sending shivers down his spine.
"And it seems like you're the only one that can see me. Or even touch me."
