That night, the hospital was quiet, with only the soft beeping of machines filling the room. Jisung lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, while Minho sat beside him, scrolling through his phone. For the first time all day, there was no teasing, no interruptions—just the two of them.
Han Jisung
Jisung let out a small sigh. “I still can’t believe all that happened today.”
Lee Know
Minho glanced at him. “Which part? The fight, the hospital stay, or everyone catching us in the middle of something?”
Han Jisung
Jisung groaned. “Literally all of it.”
Lee Know
Minho set his phone down and leaned back. “...Are you okay?” His voice was softer this time, more serious.
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