Alone {𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾}

Chapter Fifty-Four

JISUNG'S EYES CRACKED OPEN TO THE SOUND OF HIS PHONE REPETITIVELY BUZZING BESIDE HIM. IT can't be my alarm, he thought as he slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes clear of his grogginess. He'd been right; taking a nap had successfully calmed him down. He fumbled around until he picked up his phone, sighing when he noticed that it was Felix.

"Hello?" he mumbled, but his eyes widened when he heard heavy breaths and muffled sobs on the other end of the receiver. "... Felix?" With that, Felix let out a sharp cry as he took in several deep breaths.

"J-Jisung it's... it's Min...ho," he hiccupped, sobbing openly now. "What happened?" Jisung questioned, slowly slipping out of his bed. "He... he jumped off a bridge." The strawberry-blonde boy's heart stopped, before it quickly returned, beating so loudly it was deafening.

"... what?"

"He's at the hospital right now. This is all my fault," he bawled, and Jisung shook his head, even if his friend couldn't see it. No, it's my fault. It left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, because Minho had called him.

"Dammit," he whispered, a lump forming in his throat, because he'd broken his promise. How could I have been so stupid? "Which hospital?" he asked, standing up and quickly heading over to his bedroom door.

He didn't even bother telling his parents where he was going, because, quite frankly, he didn't have any time to spare on arguing with them about leaving the house; that, and he was still rather angry with them.

He found himself hitting the ground running as soon as he stepped outside, his breath coming out labored and shallow. By the time he'd reached the hospital, he couldn't comprehend how long it had taken him to get there, nor could his brain register the ache in his limbs or the burning in his lungs.

He hurried over to the front desk, clenched fists tight at his sides. "Lee... Lee Minho," he told the secretary, and she typed something into her computer before looking up at him with a sympathetic look in her eyes.

"Room 182." He bowed his head in silent thanks as he forced himself to walk towards the elevator. He pressed the button and stepped back, watching as the number slowly flickered from ten to nine. "For crying out loud," he muttered as he redirected to the nearby staircase.

He finally arrived in front of it; room 182. His hand hovered over the knob, trembling as he hesitated. Did he really want to see what was on the other side? He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and took a deep breath, before pushing the door open.

"... Who're you?" His eyes widened when he looked at the elderly woman sitting in the bed with a much younger woman sitting in the chair next to it. That's not Minho. "So... so sorry, I must have gotten the wrong room. Have a nice day," he bowed before he hurriedly closed the door, shaking his head as he looked at the room number quizzically.

"Oh." Room 183. He side-stepped and opened the right door this time, and when his eyes landed on the sight, the wind was knocked from his lungs as an invisible force wrapped its hands around his neck. There Minho lied, eyes closed, face peaceful, multiple scratches on full display spread across his cheeks and forehead. An oxygen tank was connected to his nose, undoubtedly aiding the steady rise and fall of his chest, and the subtle, incessant beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room.

Felix and Mrs. Lee sat in the bedside chairs, and he winced as he gently closed the door behind him. He slowly travelled deeper into the room, his eyes significantly filling with more tears the closer he got. It shouldn't be this way, he thought as he kneeled on the ground on the other side of the bed.

A tear slipped from his eye as he slipped his hand into Minho's limp and cold one, the IV drip connected to it. You're too pale. He noted, his thumb softly rubbing across his knuckles. He hated how... lifeless his boyfriend looked. He was oblivious to Felix and Mrs. Lee's eyes on him, because all he could focus on was Minho.

And how he was almost gone.

He looked up shortly when the two others exited the room, probably to give him some time and space with his boyfriend. "I can't live without you, you know that?" he croaked, resting the side of his face on the edge of the bed to stare up at the elder male.

"I'm sorry I didn't pick up the phone. I should have. I'm so, so, sorry, Minho," he choked on his own words. "I let you down when you needed me the most, and I," he sobbed. "I promise I'll never let you down again if you wake up, I promise. I promise." He knew to anyone else, he probably would have seemed insane, but that hardly mattered in his eyes.

He could only hope that Minho could hear him, from wherever he was, because a life without Minho, was hardly a life at all. Just then, the door creaked open, and he looked up in time to spot two red-eyed males walking into the room.

They stopped when they noticed him, and Jisung sat up a little bit, trying to remember if he'd ever met either of them. One of them cleared his throat, and put down the vase of flowers on the nightstand next to the bed. "Hi... I... I'm Chan."

A/N: Thoughts?

Happy Valentine's Day my boos!

Q: Who was your favourite character in this story?

A: Well since I'm obviously biased towards the main characters, I'll go for side characters -- Jaehyun. I'm kiDdING put your knives away thanks it would be much appreciated--

Honestly I really loved writing all my characters. I'm a really emo-character-central writer if you couldn't tell, and I love stringing in complex character backstories and weaving them into the main plot uGH IT'S SO THRILLING. But honestly I'll have to say... Seungmin. I got really excited every time I thought of bringing Seungmin back into the storyline. Or Chan, complex character 101, mhm

Lots of love,

~Junnie