hwang minhyun | heartbeat (part 1)

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"fine, i just needed sleep just now. feeling much better." i said.

"good, anyway, your friends messaged me that they will be coming today around 3.30pm." Ji Yong said.

i looked at the clock and it was only 1.30pm.

gosh, time passed so slow in here.

"okay thanks." i said.

"i brought some soup for you. it's your favourite, bean paste soup." my eomma told me and took out a blue container out from a bag.

the aroma of it just makes me high, it is really delicious!!

i took a pair of fork and spoon and dug in. it was the best food i ever tasted this few days.

after eating for 10 minutes, my mom and bro just sat there and we talked about life and random things and we laughed a lot too.

at 3pm, their visiting time was up and they had to leave.

again, in this silent room, by myself.

i heard a knock on the door.

"come in." i said and the door slid open.

he was there again.

i looked at his name tag, 'Hwang Minhyun.'

he watched me and walked in.

"what do you need to do now?" i asked him, as he walked in empty handed.

"nothing." he replied, matter of factly.

"sooo, why did you come?" i asked him, feeling curious.

he shrugged.

"huh?"

"honestly, this hospital is filled with older staff so i get lonely easily as all of them already have their own friends and obviously who wants to mix with them oldies." he explained, and then sighed.

he behaves as cold as how he looks.

"what?" he asked and looked at me.

"nothing." i said, breaking away from his gaze.

awkward silence.

"(y/n), you" he said while standing up but got cut off by a high pitch voice.

"(y/n)!!!" someone screamed and the door literally slammed open.

there she was, my crazy friend, Sunny was here.

she ran in and hugged me.

a few of my other friends streamed in, carrying balloons and bags of presents.

all my friends started fussing over me.

"hello! how are you! are you okay?"

i turned to look at the Minhyun guy and he was just standing there looking at them.

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