After half an hour, Jisung slowly opened his eyes and realized he was in the infirmary. He tried to adjust to the bright light from the ceiling, blinking a couple of times and squeezing his hands. As he sat up on the stretcher, he was startled to see Minho by his side and let out a small scream.

"Fuck!" Jisung put his hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating hard, and apologized to the nurse and his friend for the rudeness.

"You finally woke up. If you want, I'll leave, uh..."

Jisung tried to take his hand despite feeling somewhat confused and dizzy. When he finally got it, he grabbed it with some force. He needed to be with him.

"Don't go," he whispered before moistening his lips.

Jisung was afraid that Minho would leave and never see him again. He felt like a fool for thinking that, but he wanted to take care of him. Minho swallowed and licked his lips nervously, which made Jisung unconsciously do the same. The latter tried to suppress his urge to kiss the older and tell him how much he liked him since they were just starting to be friends.

"It's okay, I'll stay with you," Minho said, sitting beside his body. He gently stroked the other's hand with his thumb and glanced at him sideways. "How do you feel? When you fainted in my arms, I was worried."

"Smiley boy..." he whispered again. "I feel good thanks to you, but I should make you feel that way."

"Smiley boy?" He let out a low giggle. "I like that nickname. It's... cute."

Jisung smiled shyly at Minho's comment. He felt silly for giving him that nickname, but he was glad he liked it.

"It's because of your smile. It's beautiful," Jisung answered, smiling again.

Minho laughed softly, and the two fell silent momentarily, enjoying each other's company. The older one looked at him carefully and frowned when he saw that his expression changed, and at that moment, he had a pained expression. His eyes only seemed to reflect pain.

"I'm afraid of failure," Jisung said. He was scared of failing in his mission, one he had created himself. Take care, protect and make him feel loved. Could he do it? He had the small hope that he could.

"I have also felt fear of failing. It may not be for what you feel, but I have already experienced that," Minho murmured in a low voice. He bit his lower lip gently and relaxed his frown while leaving small caresses on his hand, laughing a little confused.

Jisung wanted to forget his ridiculous dream, but he didn't know how. He tried to warm his slightly cold hands with Minho's, and he laughed a little since his friend seemed to understand nothing.

"I'm glad you didn't dream of it."

"Well, I guess that's fine, although I have no idea what you mean," he said and laughed as he looked at him. "You're so beautiful."

Minho's comment made Jisung blush intensely and lower his head. Unexpectedly, Jisung began to cry, which made the other feel like a fool, wondering if he had made him uncomfortable or if his friend simply didn't want to be by his side.

For a moment, Minho was paralyzed, not knowing what to say or do to comfort him. Then, carefully, he put a hand on Jisung's shoulder and hugged him gently. The younger one clung to Minho, feeling that he gave him a warm hug and stroked his hair while he cried. They stayed like that for a few minutes until Jisung calmed down.

"I'm sorry, Min, it's just that... I don't know what's wrong with me. Everything is still so confusing." And it was true. He felt weird acting like that and much more because everything was different.

He began to speculate that he had travelled from the future to the past, but because things had changed, he believed his theory couldn't be true. Jisung's questions drifted away when Minho drew him to him, stroking his soft hair in a quiet back and forth that tried to calm Jisung down without hesitating to hug him.

"Don't worry, you don't have to apologize for anything," he answered. "If you want me to do something to make you feel better, I will."

The younger one dried his tears and moved away from him a little, trying to regain his composure.

"The letter..."

"Your letter? Oh, it's in my locker. I wanted it to dry. I'll read it later, or I'll give it back to you if necessary..." he whispered in a low voice, feeling so comfortable at that moment, with him by his side.

Jisung nodded his head, wishing he could read it sometime. He wanted Minho to know about his feelings. However, the infirmary's door opened, revealing the figure of a boy with a face similar to a desert fox, too cute to any look. It was Yang Jeongin, whom Jisung didn't know very well but had heard that he was a pretty funny and cheerful boy.

"Hyung, did you read the letter I sent you?" Jeongin asked enthusiastically.

Jisung felt a knot in his throat, and his eyes filled with tears again. He felt so uncomfortable and didn't know what to do.

"Forget it, don't read it, throw it away if you want," he said in a whisper, giving up. He gave Jeongin a small smile and wished he could take care of Minho for him but do it right. "I have to go to class."

Without giving time for an answer, Jisung got up quickly and left the infirmary despite feeling a little dizzy. He wanted to be alone. Minho was stunned, not understanding what had happened and had been the reason for his sudden impulsiveness.

In fact, Jisung just wanted to go to the residence, which he did without problem since the nurse had told him before that he needed to rest. When he got to his room, he lay on the bed and sighed, feeling frustrated. How could Jisung stop feeling like that? He needed to find a way to forget that dream, to make him stop liking his new friend and go back to the normality he was before. It was boring and lonely, but at least he wouldn't hurt anyone that way.

Meanwhile, Minho talked to Jeongin about his letter, being as kind as possible when rejecting him, although he knew it would be awkward to see him at home since he was Seungmin's best friend. With his hands hidden in the sweatshirt of his uniform, he began to walk to his classroom, thinking about many things, especially Jisung.

He spent the rest of the classes as if he were in the clouds. His mind couldn't stop thinking about the younger one and everything that had happened. When it was finally time to go home, he went to his locker to read Jisung's letter, making him smile a little, but he also felt a strange sensation run through his body. It was as if he had lived that before as a déjà vu.

He shrugged off the subject and began to walk home.