Ꭱꭼꮇꭼꭰꭹ [Ꮇꮖɴꮯꮋꭺɴ]

✧ Ꮍꮻꮜ'ꮩꭼ Ꮮꮻꮪꭲ Ꮇꭼ ✧

But thankfully Chan didn't seem to mind. "I'd like that."

Maybe getting stabbed made him a bit more open minded or something.

"What would we do?" Minho couldn't help the smile starting to appear on his face, a giddy feeling replacing the sad ones he had before. He scooted closer so he could rest his arms on the side of the bed.

"Good question." Chan, interlocked their fingers, pulling him closer, "we could probably go to that axe throwing place you've told me about then somewhere to eat after." Sounded like a pretty good date to Minho.

"Then what?"

"Get in the bed and I'll tell you." Minho shook his head, explaining that there was barely any room for the both of them. Chan needed all the space he could get.

Chan wasn't going for it and continued to whine until the younger had stood from his chair. Minho carefully climbed into the bed and cuddled into his side. "Then what?" He stared up at Chan with a look of adoration, a genuine smile.

"I'd take you home and give you another guitar lesson since you're long overdue." Chan threw an arm over his waist, pulling him closer than before.

"That sounds perfect-"

"Then bend you over the table and fuck you until you cry, come inside you until you're begging-"

"Chan!" Minho gasped from his words, pinching him on the shoulder for his crude words.

He was still turned on from earlier so obviously the urges hadn't gone away.

"Come on, snowflake. Grant a dying man his last wish and give me a handjob at least or something." Chan dramaticized it all, placing a hand over his heart and faking a coughing fit.

"Don't play around like that, Channie. And no! I'm not sucking you off in a hospital!"

Chan moved his arm so it was around Minho's shoulders, pressing a small kiss to the side of his head. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry for worrying you." He held his chin with one hand and lifted his head upwards to press another kiss to his forehead.

"Who said I was worried about you?" He rolled his eyes, knowing for a fact that the younger was crying. Minho was just being sarcastic to cover it up but that's what made Chan so enamored with him.

A small knock was heard on the door before Changbin walked in. "Chan, hey. You feeling okay?" He stepped into the room, ignoring the glare being thrown his way.

"Pretty good actually, whatever drugs they have here are A1." He laughed, but Minho didn't find it funny. He pinched his arm as a warning, only satisfied from his loud whine of hurt.

"Ah okay...well uh- is there anything you want me to get you?" Changbin was uncomfortable with Minho staring at him so intensely, he wasn't going to stay in the first place to give the two their alone time. He just wanted to make sure Chan had woken up alright.

"Can you bring me...my guitar? And- and my notebook." Changbin's lip twitched, he hesitated but reassured Chan he'd get it and then left without saying anything else. He couldn't bear to be in the hospital any longer.

It wasn't but a few seconds since he left that Minho spoke up. "Chan, can we... talk?" He pulled away a little and sat up with his legs crossed, holding Chan's hand tightly while the older's free hand rubbed at his knee.