Eighty Three: Key
Lost You
“Hyung...?” a familiar voice wakes me up from my dream and I look to see Minho at the end of my bed.
There’s dries tear stains on his face and his eyes are slightly pink.
“How long...” I adjust my position to sit straighter, “How long have you been here?”
“A few minutes, I-I wasn’t sure whether I should wake you or not,” he stutters, and my attention refocuses on him. He never falters.
“Come here,” I speak motioning for him to come closer.
“Does the bullet wound hurt?” he asks, pulling a chair closer.
“No..not anymore, thanks to the painkillers. But that’s not what’s on my mind, you were crying?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he forces on a smile but it was obvious to me how fake it was.
“Don’t lie to me, please,” I roll my eyes.
He looks at me startled, and then nods.
I stare at him as a small silence follows, and then add,
“You know, I’m sure you’re not allergic to hugs.”
He smiles slightly, moving to do so.
I realize he isn’t one to show off his feelings, but a realization struck me as the IV on my arm pushed deeper into my arm. No matter how hurt I was, I couldn’t let it show. I had to keep strong. For the maknaes, for my hyungs. Everyone. If I went down, they’d come with me.
I force on a smile, moving him a bit to help with the pain of the IV and manage to give a small laugh,
“It’s alright, I’m alive, I’m well and finally out of there...we are out of there. I can leave here tonight, I’m not in critical condition any
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