A world of my own - MINSUNG

Part 20 - Jisung

Minho fell and collapsed in my arms. I was so disoriented I didn't know what to do for a second then realised his breathing was shallow. "Shit! Minho hyung...? Oh God he's passed out." I wondered if he had anything to drink, but then why would they even let high schoolers drink at a high school dance?

"Oh shit," somebody yelled as they came rushing over, it was Minho's friend Changbin. I didn't even have time to ask why he was there at all. The two of us helped Minho onto my back and we quickly went back inside the school. The warm weight of Minho made me feel safe and assured though I was also nervous.

People stared as I came in with Minho on my back. Changbin went to find a teacher while I stood dithering not know what to do. The teacher looked panicked. Probably they didn't think this was going to happen when they decided to chaperone for the school dance.

"I'll call an ambulance," she said worriedly. "You boys stay here."

The ambulance let me and Changbin come along with Minho but not Chan, who hung back looking desperately anxious and called Minho's mother. I felt a pang remembering she was in a different country. The paramedic asked me and Changbin if he'd had too much to drink.

"We were at a high school prom. There wasn't any alcohol, I'm sure," I said worriedly, wondering if anyone snuck some in the punch.

"He has asthma," said Changbin suddenly. "Maybe it has something to do with that. I don't know."

The paramedic looked up from shining a light in Minho's eyes. "You may be right. Does he have his inhaler?"

"He has asthma?" I whispered. Why didn't I know that?

Changbin gave me a sharp look. I read it perfectly - If you love him so much, you should at least know that.

I felt like shit.

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Minho was lying in the hospital bed, but even asleep he looked perfectly beautiful. The doctors had stepped out for a minute. "He'll be fine. He just needs to rest; when he wakes up, you can take him home. Then he has to take it easy for a couple days."

I looked at Minho's beautiful, sleeping face. Changbin had gone out to get something for him to eat when he woke up and asked me if I wanted to come, but I didn't want to leave Minho's side for even a minute. Also, I got the feeling Changbin didn't really want me around at the moment. I got the feeling he was kind of protective of Minho.

Minho's eyelashes fluttered and he opened his eyes. "Where am I..?" he mumbled, stirring. I made him lie down again.

"You need to rest," I said firmly.

"Where am I?" he repeated.

"You're in the hospital. You fainted because... because you have asthma," I said.

I didn't know who I was angry at. He didn't have to tell me, it was my fault for not asking. But how could I ask if I didn't know? I saw Minho looking at me in confusion and then shame.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," he said.

I shook my head. I didn't really feel bad, I was just worried about him. "It's fine. I should be the one who's sorry tonight. But why didn't you tell me?"

"It's just, I was worried you would think I was weak. Because I have breathing problems. It sucks."

"Wha-? Why would I think you're weak??? Idiot."

"I don't know. I was just worried. I guess I would've told you after we'd been together for a while. But there were so many thing that happened between us. So it kind of slipped my mind." Then he chewed his lip. "By the way - what was all that about Chaeryoung?"

"Oh, we just went together as friends. She's not even slightly interested in me."

Minho looked happier than he had all night.

I took his hand gently. "I want to be with you all the time so I can take care of you." It sounded cheesy as fuck but oh well. He smiled at me. "OK."

Then I leaned down in front of him and kissed his lips gently. He pulled me closer with his arms and I felt content at last, familiar with Minho's lips and not Jevian's. I made sure I didn't apply pressure on him in case he still felt fragile.

Suddenly the door opened with a bang and we both sprang apart, staring at the doorway where a slightly disgusted looking Changbin was standing, holding paper bags of food. "I literally gave you guys over ten minutes alone, and what? You spent it all making out?" He rolled his eyes.

Me and Minho grinned at each other. Changbin seemed to be no.1 official MinSung shipper.

(a/n SORRY I COULDN'T HELP IT FHSKFJSKFJSFJ LMAO)

He sat at the foot of Minho's bed, handing the paper bags to me, which were still warm. "Are you OK?" he asked.

Minho said, "Yeah."

I peered inside the bag. There were three bowls of jjajjangmyeon. I wasn't really hungry but I took them out anyway. "Let's eat. Thanks, Changbin."

We took the three bowls and mixed the noodles with sauce. The smell of the food was especially good, making me feel a bit more hungry. Minho seemed to be starving. He ate without stopping to take a breath.

"Woah! Slow down, hyung. You need your breath especially now," I said

"I was too nervous to eat anything before, so I'm hungry as fuck now," he moaned, still shovelling jjajjangmyeon into his mouth.

My face heated up like someone had lit a fire inside me; I tried not to think anything nasty, but the way he moaned made me feel crazy. I quickly turned away and tried to eat. Changbin was looking at me with a sideways glance. He wasn't really eating, either.

I'm pretty sure our appetites had been replaced with our worry for Minho.